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Christmas Poem 2017. A Hanukkah Poem, Too.

Christmas Poem 2017

Christmas Poem 2017. An annual custom at this blog is to indulge in a poem at this time every year. This year it’s “Just Open It.”

Christmas Poem 2017. Because writing a poem for you every year has become a tradition here at “Deeper Perception Made Practical.” This year it’s a Hanukkah poem, too:

Just Open It

Step over to your gift and open it.

It was the voice of God, mysterious

and yet I recognized that gentle, sweet,

and safe familiarity. Except

I couldn’t be rock-solid sure. At all!

 

Besides, where was that gift I couldn’t see?

Of course, I know today starts Hanukkah.

I’ll light menorah candles thoughtfully

in celebration of a miracle

that flickered quietly, day after day.

But I’m no Maccabee, and for myself

I’m ignorant of what I ought to light

or where in all this world to GPS

my way to a Divine Gift Certainty.

 

Likewise the Christmas kind of worshipping

is lovely in its bright, mass-market way.

But I’m not finding any sacred child.

More noticing myself. Pathetic, too!

 

“It’s just me, God. Not You. Not glorious beings

like Joseph, Mary, or the Maccabees.

I’m sorry that I cannot find your gift.

If it would help, I’d beg you. Please. Show. Me.”

 

By now, cold tears were dripping down my cheeks.

After, I heard no answer trumpeting.

No blast, like piped-in music at the mall.

I only heard that quiet voice again

That Soundless, Brings-All-Kindness, Voice of God.

 

 Look anywhere you like. At people. Cats.

At dogs. At wood or fire or mistletoe.

My gift to you is in the perfumed air.

It’s in the dirt you shake off from your shoes

when you have been outdoors and come back home.

Life sparkles with my silent love for you.

 

If you want gifts, take time to recognize.

And then return to ordinary things.

Go back and forth at will, one second’s Gift

and then say things, do things, plain human-style.

 

Not only one gift. Gifts innumerable

Await your seeking them in simple things

enjoying life in all your human ways.

 

A quiet sense of joy stirred in my heart.

I’d thought I should be looking at the sky

as if true sacredness were far away.

But now my role in finding joy seems clear.

Step over to your gift and open it.

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  1. 1
    Sandra says:

    I love your poem, Rose. It is a lovely reminder to see the gift in an ordinary thing.

    Happy Hanukkah!

  2. 2
    Leo says:

    Beautiful poem, Rose.

  3. 3
    Emily T says:

    I loved this poem.

  4. 4
    Kylie says:

    Beautiful, Rose!

  5. 5
    Valerie says:

    So beautiful. Thank you Rose.

  6. 6
    Liane says:

    Living as I do, surrounded by sagebrush, grass, and dirt, your poem causes me to pause and be thankful for all the dirt, and sagebrush, and grass.

    Thankful for the gift of my location in this world, and especially thankful for the gift of snow that sometimes covers up all that dirt. Beautiful presents for my eyes to see differently.

    Lovely poem, Rose.

  7. 7
    Jean says:

    Thank you Rose. This is a lovely poem!

  8. 8
    Jnana says:

    This one took me straight to the quiet. That elusive bliss… gifted to me for a while through this Christmas poem.

    Many thanks. All is well after all.

  9. 9
    KayCee says:

    In the morning sun, now that our weather has finally cooled, I’m utterly hushed by the allure of enthusiasm around me.

    Birds bustle and call, rascally squirrels rustle, butterflies dip and dance in the glistening growth.

    Breezes move swiftly through the majesty of tall trees and my chimes that hang against the confident promise of blue skies.

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    KayCee says:

    Unfamiliar sounds ignore a bend in the road to travel across, especially on Saturdays. A bit of fatherly hammering while little girls squeal with delight. Happy noise, and I feel thankful for this new family settling in as I decide to visit your blog, Rose.

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    KayCee says:

    I find this truly lovely poem and I stay longer, just sitting, as though a cherished friend has just been by for a visit.

    “A quiet sense of joy stirred in my heart.”

    Thank you for the human-style joys we find in this space. ?

  12. 12
    Katriina says:

    This is so beautiful Rose. The green and red parts especially brought tears to my eyes.

  13. 13
    An Avid Reader says:

    Thank you for this poem, Rose.

  14. 14
    Lindsey says:

    Oh, you are so Shakespeare! I just love this, being that I am such a poetry lover myself.

    Well done in form and bubbling over beautiful in content of discription and emotion! Just lovely indeed!

    Thank you Rose. (Please, may I cut and paste this one to keep for later reads?)

    Superb!

  15. 15
    Rose Rosetree says:

    Thanks so much for all your contributions here, Blog-Buddies.

    Of course, LINDSEY, feel free to share the poem as long as I’m named as the author. (Definitely no Shakespeare, but I can relate to what you wrote about being a poetry lover.)

  16. 16
    Lindsey says:

    Thank you Rose.? Of course I had every intention to advertise your authorship! I wouldn’t want to miss that opportunity to share your name with friends.

    ? Yaaaay!?

  17. 17
    Jean says:

    Have thought of this poem many times since my first read.

    So glad Rose that you take the time each year to write in this way 🙂

  18. 18
    Rose Rosetree says:

    JEAN, I’m just glad that you and others here are interested.

    Thank you.

  19. 19
    Rose Rosetree says:

    May you keep finding secrets of joy all day long.

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