Cynthia A. Morgan's Blog, page 91

Sweet Beatitude – #Spiritual #Poetry

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Sweet Beatitude

Seraphim upon the wing

Descending and Ascending

With the Harmonious Joy they Bring

Lullaby of Delicate Night

Miracle of Angelic Light

Hearken to the Majestic Sight

While Choirs of voices Harmoniously Sing

Sweet Beatitude

Gathering All unto its Song

While Darkness tolls, an impending throng;

Tender Mercy Harmoniously Rings

A Sweet Beatitude.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Star Image found at: desktopnexus.com Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Artist. Thank You~

A #Christmas #Sonnet

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Beyond the barren, desperate plains,

The Weary, Calling to Heaven from earth;

Countless generations Cry in pain,

Breathlessly Awaiting a Royal Birth.

Light and Liberty, Outward Reaching,

Through all the years of Tribulation;

Prophets, Wisdom Gently Speaking,

Foretell Celestial Jubilation.

Across the skies of Darkness, Reaching

Down from Heaven on Bending Wing;

Love Imbued with Harmony, Teaching,

As Vast Choirs of Angels, Triumphantly Sing.

“Lift up your eyes with Joy, not Fear,

For Blessed Love Draws Gently Near.”

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Unto those mortals, meek and lowly,

Watching o’er their flocks by night;

Heralding a Birth, Humble and Holy,

Love Shines forth in a New Star’s Light.

Amidst sheep and cattle, quietly Attending,

Laid to sleep within a manger there;

While Praises through the bleak night, Ascending,

Mark the poor and modest Gloriously Fair.

Finding the Child in Bethlehem’s stall,

Humble Shepherds Bow to an Infant King,

Where Heaven, Bending to Bless one and All,

Smiles, while Angels a Lullaby Sing.

God’s own Child sent to Lead and Heal,

God’s Love and Grace, In Flesh Made Real.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Thomas Cole and William-Adolphe Bouguereau

Star Image found at: desktopnexus.com

Jingle Jingle- #Poetry for the #Holidays

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Hear the Secret through the Snow,

Echoes Heralding the Glimmering glow,

Sparkling Whispers in the Midnight Hush,

Delicate Melody Singing Sweet and Lush,

Twinkling Magic in the wink of an eye,

Hear the Laughter of sleigh bells Sigh!

Nod your head and Sleep;

Winter’s Mystery to Keep!

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Artwork: The_Night_Before_Christmas_by_alyn

Descend – #Poetry for #Peace

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Descend

Sweet Silence

Upon my Brash Calamity,

Descend

Purest Peace

With Harmonious Tranquility,

Descend

Gentle Grace

Into my thrashing notions,

Descend

Soft Stillness

Like the Scintillating Ocean.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest. Credit acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You!

Abundance Rejoices – #Meditations on #Blessings

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“Christmas is a time of year when Want is keenly felt and Abundance Rejoices”. …Charles Dickens.

I’m not sure about you or what you think about when you hear the words Abundance, but to me I tend to see the Ghost of Christmas Present, lounging upon his throne of Abundance. “Heaped upon the floor, to form a kind of throne, were turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn, great joints of meat, sucking-pigs, long wreaths of sausages, mince-pies, plum-puddings, barrels of oysters, red-hot chestnuts, cherry-cheeked apples, juicy oranges, luscious pears, immense twelfth-cakes, and seething bowls of punch, that made the chamber dim with their delicious steam. In easy state upon this couch, there sat a jolly Giant, glorious to see, who bore a glowing torch, in shape not unlike Plenty’s horn.”

OH what a sight to see, Indeed, yet as I sat in the sparkling light of my Christmas tree on Christmas Eve night, surveying the wondrous Abundance that filled my own chamber, (minus the sucking-pigs and wreaths of sausages) I could not help thinking, somewhat, like Cindy Lou Who, who questioned “Doesn’t this seem a bit superfluous?” Please don’t misunderstand, I love spending the day opening presents with family, enjoying the sweet and savoury treats of the season, sipping steaming cups of mulled holiday wine and then, at last, sitting back with a great, contented sigh. I enjoy the hustle and bustle of wrapping and baking and cooking and rushing (well, almost) and I do confess to having said on more than one occasion that Quantity Counts! (In jest of course) (nearly), but how much quantity is enough?

How much is Abundance?

To some this word brings thoughts of expensive jewelry, racy sports cars, (one for each day of the week!), brand name clothing, fine perfumes, Dom Perignon, (Or if you are me, Veuve Clicquot), trips to Italy, Hawaii, or the Caribbean, Belgian chocolates, or anything else you fancy that you, ordinarily, cannot afford. Yet, the kings of old had all these things, (well, in one form or another), Rome was filled to bursting with Abundance and Jerusalem was rich with The Temple of David; still, the Herald of the Heavens, the Glory of the Lord, a vast Multitude of Angels sang in resplendent joy of the Birth of the Saviour not to the Kings, High Priests, Governors, and wealthiest of men, but to those few, poor shepherds who lived in the fields with their sheep.

This small cluster of followers had little Abundance, in the worldly view; they had only what they needed to survive each day: food, clothing, a tent to cover their heads, perhaps, and maybe a musical instrument carved from wood, which they might use to serenade the quiet evenings in humble praise. Nevertheless, what they lacked in material wealth, they made up for in spiritual Abundance. They were rich in their love and kinship; they were wealthy in their appreciation of simple pleasures, of goats milk, perhaps, and wild honey; they were prosperous in sharing their faith and traditions. They were Abundant in all those things that, we too, value above all else: Hope, Faith, Joy and Love.

So whether The Ghost of Christmas Present poured out the light of his shimmering torch upon you and yours this holiday, or whether you celebrated in quiet, homespun holiday tradition, without all the froof, jing-tinglers, and hulabaloo, Perchance, this simple notion might settle softly amoung the gifts under your tree, as it did mine this year: That All the Abundance in the World cannot Shine more Brightly, Please more Completely, or Linger as Enduringly as the Gift the Herald of Heaven brought that quiet night so long ago.

~Morgan~

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Ghost of Christmas Present found at: pjlynchgallery.blogspot.com

Heavenly Herald found at: blogs.nd.edu

Delicate Chime – #Poetry for #Peace

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Crystalline Bell of Delicate Chime,

Measure of Treasure

Tolling in Rhyme;

Sing, Spirit, your Exquisite Song

Of Quietude and Solitude

Where I long to Belong.

Crystalline Bell of Subtle Refrain,

Toll Harmoniously

Again and Again!

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found at: cursorusso.com.br

Sweetness – #Love #Poetry

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His eyes reflect the Colours of His Vivid Soul.

His Heart, unclaimed, Is ever my Goal.

His Hands are a Work of Priceless Art,

Breathtaking Perfection in Every part.

His Smile is Entrancing, Enwrapping Seduction,

Leading me, Always, to a Single deduction.

Irresistible in His Masculine Guile,

Dimples caress His Beguiling Smile;

His voice is Symphony; Masterful Sound,

Which makes me Gasp and my heart Pound.

His Body Abundance;

His Spirit Completeness,

Sweetness surrounding Sweetness.

~Morgan~

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Beautiful original photography found on Pinterest.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer and model.  Thank You~

A Thankful Heart – #thoughts for #Thanksgiving

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A Thankful Heart is Open to Blessings

because it is closed to worry, doubt, and wailing.

A Thankful Heart is Filled with Love

because it empties itself of loathing, greed, and envy.

A Thankful Heart is Overflowing with Peace

because it does not Share itself with lies, distrust, and negativity.

A Thankful Heart Touches Others with its Blessings and Love

because it is Ever in the Presence of Love and Blessing.

A Thankful Heart Speaks in Kindness, Patience and Empowerment

because it does not Speak of hate, intolerance or to incapacitate.

A Thankful Heart Chooses its Path Each Day with Diligence and Joy

because it does not Concentrate on what it cannot do.

A Thankful Heart Walks in Hope, Love, Peace and Joy

because it Knows nothing else.

A Thankful Heart Shares its Purpose

because it is Incapable of Withholding All that Pours from its Abundant Profusion.

Embark upon Each New Day with a Thankful Heart

and You will Find Endless Blessings for which to be Thankful.

You are a Blessing for which I am very thankful. Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

~Morgan~

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Beautiful Image found at: plattform.com

Simple Joys- of #books #SciFi and #Poe

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I was delighted and honored when a reader sent me this picture of their bookshelf.

Just placement after all, but WHAT a place to be. I couldn’t help smiling and…. obviously…. couldn’t keep myself from sharing

Silent Reverie – #Poetry of #Life and the #HumanCondition

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Whispers of

A Distant place and Rhyme

Melancholy notions

of Enchanted Time

Kissing the wind

In Silent Reverie

Of Remembered Sorrows

and Unspoken Dichotomy

Smiles unnoticed

As the Hours Turn

Falling Shadows

of What we Learn.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Photography by Tammy Hughes