Tag: Christmas poem

  The days are bitter-sweet, a joyful celebration, a frightful death. The days are dark, the night is bright, the lows are high, the highs are low. We are living in the last days. Paul called them perilous times where men would by lovers of pleasure more than lovers of God. Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away. 2 Timothy 3:5 Friends, turn away, turn away, He will guide us with His counsel and after lead us to glory.   For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.    For the earnest expectation of the creature waiteth for the manifestation of the sons of God.    For the creature was made subject to vanity, not willingly, but by reason of him who hath subjected the same…

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  I had fed the fire and stirred it, till the sparkles in delight, Snapped their saucy little fingers at the Chill December night; And in dressing gown And Slippers I had tilted back “My throne .” — The old split-bottomed Rocker, And was musing all alone . I can hear the hungry Winter  prowling Round the outer door, And the tread of muffled footsteps on the white piazza floor; But the sounds Came to me only as the murmur of a stream That mingled with the current of a lazy flowing dream. Like a fragrant incense rising, Curled the smoke of my cigar, With the lamp light gleaning through it, Like a mist-enfolded star; — And as I gazed, The vapor like a curtain rolled away, With a sound of bells That tinkled, And the clatter of a sleigh. And in a vision Painted like a picture in the…

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