Pondering The Poetic Heart
Pondering the Poetic Heart is a place to guide our spirits into place of contemplative rest. As a poet, I long to encourage you to find hope and healing through the process of reflecting on God, love, life, and all things that capture the spirit through the written word.
In the month of November, I will lead us through a time of thanksgiving through my 30 Days of Thanksgiving Poems. In December we will ring the bells of Christmas. There will also be other times through the year when we will celebrate love, just for fun poetry, and more. I pray this will be a place of loving contentment for all of us.
We've heard it all before. The standard Christmas themes and stories. We've read the Scriptures over and over. Sometimes we just need God to give us a new perspective on our traditions. Here is my prayer to Jesus to help me see Him and this Christmas in a whole new light. In a way I've never seen or thought of it before.
I was thinking of the sacrifices we make to help this special time of year be extra special for our children, family, and friends. And I couldn't help but wonder if the trees we turn into Christmas trees feel special for being chosen to help us make such a day so special.
I hate to wait. Don't you? Especially for Christmas and all the presents. But God says to wait on Him and He will not only give us the strength for whatever we are waiting on, but He also gives us a better present than what we thought we were asking for or even going to receive in the first place. So yes, waiting is the perfect gift.
I love Christmas. I always have. And still to this day, I cannot sleep on Christmas Eve even when I've been up most of the night wrapping gifts. I still hold all the anticipation and wonder of the most special day of the year and I just had to try to create it in this poem.
Is your heart ready for Christmas? The way it's supposed to be? It's so easy to get consumed with all the other parts of Christmas and not allow our hearts to stop and dwell on the most important part. . .our relationship with Jesus. I'm writing this to myself more than anyone else though.
. . .once again this Christmas
I’ll remember why He came,
and my heart is pure and spotless
whiter than the snow
I see out my windowpane.