If Tomorrow Were Christmas


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Corrie Ten Boom – Who can add to Christmas? The perfect motive is that God so loved the world. The perfect gift is that He gave His only Son. The only requirement is to believe in Him. The reward of faith is that you shall have everlasting life.


If tomorrow were Christmas and the presents weren’t wrapped,

The pies needed filling, the gingers weren’t snapped.

If tomorrow were Christmas and the stockings lay limp,

the fire didn’t roar, the tree mostly bent.

If tomorrow were Christmas and the cards had no stamps,

The turkeys sat frozen, the lights had no amps

Would Christmas still come if nothing got done?


If tomorrow were Christmas and the hymns were not sung,

The flights were delayed, the wreaths never hung.

If tomorrow were Christmas and the snow didn’t fall,

The stores wouldn’t open, the kids couldn’t call.

If tomorrow were Christmas and the bells didn’t ring,

The pudding went flat, there were no carols to sing.

Would Christmas still come if nothing got done?


If tomorrow were Christmas, what would it bring?

Rushing and stressing, or worshiping the King?

If tomorrow were Christmas, what would it hold?

Feasts for our bodies, or feasts for our souls?

If tomorrow were Christmas, what would it be?

All about Jesus, or all about me?

Yes, Christmas would come if nothing got done.


For presents and singing and eating and such

The myriad of things, on which we spend so much

Are tidbits and pieces of the true celebration

Of God’s only Son; man’s hope and salvation.

So, open the presents and hang the wreaths

Call the kids and enjoy the feast.

For Christmas Day has come to us; it’s nothing we have done.

This Grateful Score: A Poem of Thankful Prompts


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The blanketing warmth of
Grace and Mercy
That silent darkness that proceeds
The newness of day
I’m thankful
Infinite potential rises
Every morning along with the sun

For the working together of nature
Intricate, intimate
Organic harmony
The blending of peoples
The sharing of stories
And the spreading of legacy
For others to follow
Like a trail that starts here
And stops wherever we leave off

I relish understanding
Beginnings and endings
The bliss of engagement
Like violent laughter
And soft rain at dusk
The to-and-fro
The roaring crescendo
These are the “musts”
Of Life’s symphony

It’s the mountains and valleys
We sometimes abhor
But we cannot afford to miss our cues
In this grateful score

And all the tears
Like distant prayers
Though unspoken
Aren’t unheard
Only God knows
The weight of glory
A story that none but the angels
Have overheard



They Say The People Could Fly : African American Folktales

The young woman lifted one foot in the air. Then the other. She flew
clumsily at first, with the child now held tightly in her arms.
Then she felt the magic…
No one dared speak about it. Couldn’t believe it.
But it was, because they that was there saw that it was

                                                                        ~The People Could Fly
                                                                         told by Virginia Hamilton

IMG_0272-003As many here at Writing Prompts have discussed several aspects of mythology and folklore, I have to say my favorite aspect is the way we can learn from the past. Mythology and Folklore make us wonder. Did this really happen? Did these people actually exist? Some of these stories cause us to feel uncomfortable. In a memorizing way, these stories showcase humanity and divinity, and both through the scope of vulnerability.

I was an avid Reading Rainbow fan as a kid. I envisioned myself being one of the children on the show and often rigged my parents camcorder to film myself introducing my favorite books. I remember one episode stood out to mephoto. It was startling and equally intriguing. It was the broadcast on Black History. Stories like Follow the Drinking Gourd, explored African American History and introduced difficult subjects like slavery, through beautiful art and song.

The story called Follow the Drinking Gourd, is actually a map in song form; a coded way for fugitive slaves to follow the Underground Railroad to freedom. I was mystified by The People Could Fly, a tale of slaves that took to the skies, magically leaving their chains behind to fly all the way home to Africa.

Stories like these help us remember where those before us have been and what they felt. A glimpse into their hopes and fears. Observing folklore is like embracing our histories. It can give a sense of where we are in space and time. Through the knowledge passed down through folk stories, we can come to view the world with brand new eyes. Like old souls.

Everyone of us is given the power to transcend the hardships of our present, and transform our future, instead of allowing history to go on repeating it’s mountainous sorrows. I sincerely believe that wherever one finds himself in life, a kosher perspective on where you’ve come from, only paints a brighter picture of hope for the future. ❤ Read my poem Blended Respect


Poetry of the Bible: The Poeticals

The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.

He makes me to lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside the still waters.

He restores my soul;
He leads me in the paths of righteousness
For His name’s sake. (Psalm 23: 1-3)

 This is what first comes to mind when most people think of biblical poetry. The Twenty-third Psalm is actually more like a hymn, one of many composed by David, a shepherd, a warrior and a king of Israel.

The Bible contains some of the most beautiful poetry in existence. This includes Job (a didactic poem), Psalms, Proverbs, Ecclesiastes, Song of Solomon (aka Song of Songs). As well, several of the prophets wrote in poetic form, especially Isaiah and Jeremiah. One of my favorite passages is found in Isaiah 18, verses 1 & 2 (NIV):

Woe to the land of whirring wings
along the rivers of Cush,

which sends envoys by sea
in papyrus boats over the water.

I’m not really sure why this appeals to me. The first reading excited my imagination with its “whirring wings,” and “papyrus boats.” Other translations substitute gnats, flies and/or mosquitoes for the whirring wings, and reed boats for papyrus. Doesn’t have the same appeal, does it? Of course, the passage speaks of Egypt with its many rivers and abundant papyrus reeds.

While papyrus was widely used for paper, it was also used for weaving baskets. It was most likely the medium used for Jochebed’s (Yocheved) basket used to hide Moses.

In Ecclesiastes 3:1, we find one of its most often-quoted scriptures:

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

You may remember its use in Turn, Turn, Turn, made famous by The Byrds in 1965.

Here is another of my favorite poetic passages, found in Job 38: 4-7 (NKJV) In this passage, the Lord speaks out of a whirlwind to reveal His Omnipotence to Job:

Who is this who darkens counsel
By words without knowledge?

Now prepare yourself like a man;
I will question you, and you shall answer Me.

Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?
Tell Me, if you have understanding.

Who determined its measurements?
Surely you know!
Or who stretched the line upon it?

To what were its foundations fastened?
Or who laid its cornerstone,

When the morning stars sang together,
And all the sons of God shouted for joy?

And of course, I cannot neglect the grace and beauty of the Song of Solomon 4:10-12 (KJV)

Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

These are just a few of my favorite passages. When I wrote my fantasy-adventure novel set in the second century after Christ, I thought it would be interesting to have the people sing the Psalms. This was their way to pass the songs from generation to generation. Through their songs, they taught their children about the God of their fathers. My heroine’s favorite song is found in Psalm 29. “Ascribe to the Lord, ye sons of the mighty….” She sings it to remind herself of her homeland, and to encourage herself as she makes a difficult journey.

What is your favorite biblical psalm, song, or poetic passage? I hope you’ll take a moment to share it with us. If you’d like more information regarding these passages, you can click on the links below. The Westminster link illustrates poetic structure.

I challenge you this week to complete the writing prompt in poetic form. As always, thanks for reading!

Prompt: As the clouds part, light spills forth and ignites…