Hating Goodbye

 

the minutes bleed and slip away

no matter how I wish they’d stay

and too soon night turns into day

I watch you go and then I pray

goodbye is a word I hate to say

The Fall and The Thud… by Toni Cross

 

Harsh splinters grind between black teeth

A deathly sentiment hovers beneath

My enemy bites at me with a word

I’m struck down, fallen, like a bird

With the rush, with the thump, of a hollow thud

In the dust, my red blood makes bright mud

I wait helpless as a stunned sparrow

When fierce death comes to harrow

Where is He who truly sees all

That One who cares every time I fall?

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thought cloud… a haiku by Toni L.A. Cross

wispy cloud of thought
anticipation building
til rain softly falls

 

Memory Closet by Toni L.A. Cross

A simple closet door

So it appears to be

But if you peer inside

Filled hangers you will see

With memories intact

All lined up in a row

Hidden in the fabric

The scent of tears, you know

Youthful smells of wishes

Of dearest heartfelt pain

Closet of true beauty

Where love has left its stain

The Day After… by Toni Cross

Picture taken from Favim.com

 

the day after Christmas

we are obligated to return

to our normal routines

but will we hold cupped

in the palm of our hands

a bit of that peace

and a sprinkle of joy

for the rest of the year?

those small seeds of joy

can plant a whole field

and a few nuggets of peace

can birth a strong forest

to shelter with your world

 

 

“If possible, so far as it depends on you, be at peace with all men.” Romans 12:18

“If we love our Christian brothers and sisters, it proves that we have passed from death to life. But a person who has no love is still dead.” 1 John 3:14

“But godliness with contentment is great gain. For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it. But if we have food and clothing, we will be content with that. ” 1 Timothy 6-7

 

 

Remember why we celebrate Christmas.

If it is only about the presents and lights and the tinsel and seeing who can be the most “Martha Stewart”, then all the time you spent preparing for one day, the 25th of December, is indeed wasted.

But, if we cling to the true meaning of this season and hold in our hearts the One who came that we might love one another, even as He loved us, then nothing is wasted and yesterday was the dawn of another year of opportunity for us to choose love.