Christmas Glory
Sounds of Christmas are
Ringing now. Singing now.
Bright lights in a row
Define our villages.
Glittering trees on
The hill for all to see.
A time of best dress
And foot forward
The best one
Of course.
When You’re Fake
Too much time on how you look
When you could have
Read a book.
You think of how you’ll sound
Instead of being true.
Desperate to resound.
You wonder if
You’ll feel their praise
Their applause is
where You graze.
Baby Steps
We wish to jump, to fly, to gobble life up with
A passion.
Do not be so foolish.
You are called to make your mark
While you are here.
Not by giant leaps
Not by a walk of
Newsreel greatness. We humans
Must start with
Baby steps.
I was brought up in a staunch religious world being taught that my religion was the best one, the true one. I was brought close to the altar serving Mass at the age of 5 or 6. I memorized Latin. The first two words | learned in Latin were. “Ad Deum” or ” To God Who is hey joy of my youth”. Ad Deum qui laetificat, juventutem meam, meaning “To God Who is the joy of my youth”. That was many years ago. Since then, my life has been indelibly affected by “the church”. For years, I hardly asked questions about what it all meant. It was so illustrious and mysterious to me that I just followed.