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Black clouds float across the skiesThe sun disappears before your eyesSoon soft rain is gently fallingThen the northern wind starts howling. Leaves swirl round the naked treesGrass and puddles start to freeze,Our breath is white upon the airAnd spiders webs … Continue reading
Joy. You might wonder what a flock of shepherdsand a few sheepwould have to do with joy-Well, let me tell you. The God who created this whole universechose to make the birth announcement of His Sonto us-Shepherds. You know that … Continue reading
It was a whisperthat floated pastmilling crowdsof travellers,buyers,sellersand settled in the heartsof quiet shepherds,men of wisdomwatching the stars and a young girlin a barn.Peace –rarely foundanywhere elsebut in the heartsof thosewho stop long enoughto accept it. ©Sharron R. McMillan
I finally finished the large Hula Hoop Creation and we hung it on the back of the pump house. Adds a nice touch with the lights on it.
Mother/Father/Child – alone. Together.The guests who arrived had been invited by angels. Angels.And a star.Shepherds,Wise men. How simple it was, how thrilling.How lonely.Christmas. Family.An unexpected sense of loneliness – We too are waiting for the angels –Waiting for Peace. ©Sharron … Continue reading
It’s time we questioned what we doand why we do it.Feasting, candy canes, Santa Claus,buying, buying, going into debtWhat does all this have to do with a saviour being born?
Though I often wish for family traditions to fall back onI’m glad we haven’t many.Tradition bends one to doing and being and performingwithout the need for thought or questions.
Christmas is family and friendsand love,it is the rebirth of hopeand the promise of peace.
Sometimes I wonder whyyou seemed to take so longto send a saviour to our earthwhen things had gone so wrong. So many years of killing,and terror for the young.So much hate, destruction,so little hope left hung upon a star. Some … Continue reading
The Tomte is reputed to safeguard the farmer and his family, as well as the land the farmer owned or worked on against any misfortune. It was especially during the night that the tomte was actively being protective.