Christmas Poems

Happy Day

Oh so beautiful  !

I woke to see the sun sparkling

on the window,

a baby blue sky smiling

at the new day.

The whole panopaly of nature

bathing in newness,

a creative moment of splendour.

I saw this clearly,  so close up

it magnified my eyes;

they really focused on pure light

the sight dazzling me:-

a spectrum of brightness,

a scene of brilliance,

a rapturous sense of wholeness

shattering illusion and fear,

and drenching me in peace profound.

Maureen Hughes

The Christmas Tree

The Christmas tree looked tired,

its tawdry tinsel and baubles

hanging from jaded branches

of plastic and paint.

How sad to see it,

how sad my spirit in me

I felt lost.

And then I noticed her,

A child on tip-toe,

staring with wonder at the tree,

nose pressed against the glass,

gazing at the star

perched right on the top.

Her eyes lit up,

reflected in its starry glow.

How sweet and beautiful her dreams

as she moved into the light.

Light surrounded her, engulfed her,

radiated through her

and dazzled my weary eyes.

It lifted me into those dreams,

and gave me the Christmas gift of Heaven

in that moment of peace.

Maureen Hughes

A Christmas Prayer

I hope with all my heart and soul

that God will come this Christmas;

that He will look at the pain

and show His deep Loving Heart

to everyone in one crystal clear moment;

a moment when everyone knows

that He can save the world,

can bring it back to Beauty

and everything it really is.

And as we see this moment

knowing its reality and its hope,

then we can rest in peace

and let the Christmas Spirit

soak into our very soul,

knowing that we are with God

in a perfectly beautiful Christmas;

a celebration of deep communion,

where the world finds Peace at last,

and knows itself in happiness.

This is my prayer.

                                                                         Maureen Hughes

Oh Sad New World.

Oh Sad New World

Haunted by the cries of the starving,

Sick with the misery of the lonely

Distorted by the obsessions of the greedy

Wounded by the hatred of the violent.

May our hands reach out - if only from a distance.

May our hearts bear even a fragment of the burden.

And through our prayers may mankind know

A new peace, health, and harmony.

                    Maureen Hughes

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