Cynthia A. Morgan's Blog, page 39

Sparkle- #Poetry

Love Loves,
Simply. Purely.
Despite Faults,
Unfailingly. Surely.

Beauty Blushes,
Sweetly, Demurely.
Brazen and Bold,
With Bright Surety.

So Dance, Laugh,
Delight in You,
And As You Sparkle,
You’re Beauty will Shine Through.

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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork: Star sparkles by blu_ish at Deviantart.com

Long Night- #Poetry of the #NaturalWorld

Velvet Lavender in the Glittering Night,
Stretching, Reaching, for Ribbons of Light.
Yawning Boughs that Nod their Heads,
Warmly Tucked in their Snowy Beds,
Dreaming of Summer’s Languid Days,
While Starlight, Dancing in the Dark Skies, Plays.
Stillness Caressing the Silence, Seeking
Winter’s Precious Breath, Quietly Keeping,
Until the Kiss of Sunlight Stirs Once More,
Upon the Threshold of the Long Night’s Door.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Image found at: The Startrail.com

Jocund Morn- #FreeVerse #Poetry

The Compelling rose-hued blush of Morn, and trailing lavender of night, Joined and Merged, as if each were kissing the other in parting, and as the Blazing sun stepped quietly forth from behind the sill of the world, a Gloriously Radiant jet of Light Sprung up from his Beaming Smile. A Triumphal advent of Luminous Day standing, Rejoicing, upon the coattails of night. Streaming Light Blazed forth, Spreading across the sky in shades of Fervent Jubilee, fair violets, coy pinks, glittering oranges, shimmering so brightly as to bring tears to your eyes in gazing upon them, as if by One Consent the Spirit of Miraculous Morning and the Spirit Dwelling Within Joined in that brief moment of Jocund Praise.

Yet long this mesmerizing sight could not remain, and even as I watched steep banks of clouds over took the Light of Day. In his absence, my heart sank, although I understood he yet lingered, just beyond the periphery of those brooding vestiges, Ever Sending his Blessings of Light and Life outward, downward; over all. Though the clasping clouds of gloom tried, they could not contain his Splendor. Even while his face was hidden from my gaze, I could still find the Gleaming, Streaming, Reaching Arms of his Warmth and Love Beckoning from Beyond, unable to be Repressed, Unconquerable.

~Morgan~

Rock and Straw- #Christmas #Poetry

Rock and Straw,
Gold and Stone,
Brightest Light that E’re was Shone.

Toil and Mercy,
Stars of Night,
Encapsulate our Clouded Sight.

Loaves and Fishes,
Grace Forbearing,
Undaunted Love, Ever Caring.

Rock and Straw,
Garden of Sorrow,
Strengthen Love to Face the Morrow.

Wood and Iron,
Thorn and Tears,
Transcending All the Darkened Years.

Rock and Straw,
Angels and Stone,
Brightest Light that E’re was Shone.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest.  Credit Gratefully acknowledged to the original photographer and actors.

Thank You.

What Gift

The Snow May be Falling,
The Ice May be Coating,
The Lights May be Sparkling
Lots of Packages, Santa Toting,
The Cookies May be Baking,
The Turkey May be Roasting,
The Families May Draw Near,
The Bright New Year Toasting,
But If Love is not Present,
If Joy is not Ringing,
If Resentment Reigns On,
What Gifts Are You Bringing?

~Morgan~
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Gift Image found at: global.fncstatic.com
Hope, Faith, Love found at: paranormalauthors.blogspot.com

The Hush

It is the Still, Soft Hush That Speaks the Loudest.

It is the Gentle, Quiet Peace that Reaches the Deepest.

It is the Tender, Soothing Serenity that Comforts the Greatest.

It is the Softest Spoken Word that Soothes the Deepest.

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For my Friend Amsgirl.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photographs found at: wallfoy.com

#DailyThankfulnessJournal – Family

 

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For the Blessing of Family with which to share the Blessings of the season, the glimmers of snowy starlight, and the magic of memory.

Thank You!

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Day 12 of 365 of the Daily Thankfulness Journal Challenge 

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photo found on Google.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original photographer and Artist.

The Glow – A #Holiday #Meditation of #Hope

The Holidays are a splendid time of year, filled with cheer, giving, kindness and benevolence we might otherwise neglect to employ; yet, it is also a time of year when many look through the glitter and sparkle and see only shadows of what used to be. Memories can be a funny thing. Though they are of happy hours, they can make us sad; and although they are of joyful moments, they can bring us tears. This holiday season I find myself understanding these conundrums more than ever before as I look around my festively decorated home and find myself missing one who loved this season of the year more than any other. I sit quietly staring at the place she used to sit and long to hear her laughter ringing through the house once more.

Nevertheless, she and those whom you may miss, would Never want us to be sad and would not want one sparkling, shining moment of this Blessed Season to find diminishment, particularly in missing them. Are they not near in every glittering ornament on the tree and through ever gladsome song? Do they not smile through the glow, a sweet reflection of the radiance of where to they have gone that reaches out to touch our quiet hearts? Should we not remember that we are never truly alone when Love has touched our lives and remembers?

Now, you may have other beliefs and you may not entirely agree, but when Love smiles upon us, I believe we should pause to smile back. Perhaps if we did so more often, the darkness of this world would be a bit brighter. Perhaps it might glitter and sparkle like the lights of our countless holiday ornamentation shining out into the bleak winter night. Perhaps through our quiet smiles we might draw those lingering in the shadows into the light, if even for a moment, to bask in the glow and share a contented sigh.

Love is ever present. Not in some far removed, theological ideal, but in Us, should we choose to remember it and share it. A simple act of Kindness; a smile of consolation; an unasked-for generosity; or patience amid the chaos can share that Love in far more powerful ways that we ever may be able to imagine.

May The Glow of the Season Reach out to you through the darkness of these troubled times and fill your quiet world or rush and bustle with Peace and Joy!

Happy Christmas!

~Morgan~

Precious Child- #Christmas #Poetry

Precious Child,
Sweet and Mild,
Born in Humility,
Not in Glory,
While Splendor Bends,
Your Birth Mends,
Setting Men Free,
From Slavery.

Precious Child,
Kings and Rulers Beguiled,
While Wise Men Seek
Through the Dark Night, Bleak.
Heaven Bending,
Angels Tending,
In a Manger Lowly,
This Precious Child, Holy.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Steve A Roberts

Balulalow-Scottish Christmas Lullaby

“Balulalow”

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I come from Hevin which to tell
The best nowells that e’er befell
To you thir tythings trew I bring
And I will of them say and sing.

This day to you is born ane child
Of Marie meik and Virgin mild
That bliss it bairn bening and kind
Sall you rejoice baith hart and mind.

Lat us rejoyis and be blyth
And with the Shepherds go full swyth
And see what God of his grace hes done
Throu Christ to bring us to his throne

My saull and life stand up and see
Wha lyis in ane cribbe of tree
What Babe is that, sa gude and fair
It is Christ, God’s Son and Air.

O my deir hart, yung Jesus sweit
Prepair thy creddil in my spreit!
And I sall rock thee in my hart
And never mair fra thee depart.

But I sall praise thee evermoir
With sangis sweit unto thy gloir
The kneis of my hart sall I bow
And sing that rycht Balulalow.

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Balulalow Performed by Loreena McKennitt
Beautiful Image found on Photobucket