As some of you know 9 years ago my niece and her 2 children were murdered. The grief has never stopped. The day after Thanksgiving I was stepping into my husband's truck. He had the radio on. Something very special happened.


An Early Christmas Gift: My Heart

The night was cold and clear
and as I took a deep breath
a song reached my ear
of the first Christmas.

I closed the truck door
and I was caught off guard
as we pulled away
lights illumed my neighbor's yard.

I felt in all my senses
a childhood of love and joy
filled with remembrence
of a tree, a stocking, a toy.

A spirit had entered
a spirit safe and sweet
and I knew it had wintered
where my heart had gone to weep.

For too many years
grief had harbored my heart
and too many tears
kept it and joy apart.

But in the quickest moment
in the blink of God's eye
somewhere an atonement
who knows where or who knows why,
had paid in full, for my inability
to accept grace for my grief
and set my tortured heart free.

In that breath so cold
in that one song
in those lights so bold
in the cold night's starry throng,
were my prison keys
the emancipation of my soul
and I thank God on my knees
for he's made my life whole.

Let the Spirit of Christmas
be uninhibited and unfurled
and all of creation sing
Joy To The World!



Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2009-11-28 at 22:47

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Keiko
Very nice hun keep up the good work hugs always

Darla
2010-01-01



Our heart is vulnerable and so tender that we find it difficult to surrender. I find in this poem a beautiful heart but who am I as we all surrender what we can't and to what He can do through us.
2009-11-29