And Grace Will Lead
Some days the world seems bleak,
a colorless landscape, all uphill,
whose horizon stretches so far
we cannot speak, and home
seems impossibly out of reach.
Yet, hope ensures–
that small bird
that finds the will to try again,
endures, when strength is gone
and sleep almost seems the fairer answer.
Drawn steadily toward infinity,
the harvest ripe, the reaper ready,
face upturned to the beckoning dawn,
and grace will lead us home.
© 2017 Cheri Neuman Herald
Merry Christmas! Wishing you the hope ensured by grace.
Mary Was Willing
I am the Lord’s servant, May your word to me be fulfilled.— Luke 1:38
From Judah’s kingly tribe,
perhaps from Levi’s, too,
came a humble woman willing
to do what God would have her do.
An angel brought the news
that Mary was the one
to bear the savior of the world,
God’s only begotten son.
Her reply made no demand
of proof his words were true;
Mary was willing,
how about you?
2016 Cheri Neuman Herald
When my girls were growing up, one family tradition was a yearly pilgrimage to Rogers Christmas House in Brooksville, Florida. Five old wood frame homes were connected by walkways surrounded by exotic flowers, lush greenery and giant Oaks. Each had a different theme (Victorian, Storybook, Magnolia House, etc.) and was a magical fairyland loaded with unique Christmas ornaments, lights and collectibles that matched that house’s theme. Hours were spent choosing that year’s perfect ornament. Sadly, Rogers closed several years ago. Today was drizzly and I decided to take a drive to Brooksville. To my surprise, the parking lot at the Christmas House complex was full. Upon investigation, I discovered a lovely new tea room occupying one of the old houses. Perfect. Then, in addition, I found one of the others housed a reopened, just smaller, Rogers Christmas House. Sometimes, you can go home again.
My table was made from a repurposed window and wooden fence bits.
Luncheon: tea sandwiches and crustless quiche
Two of the houses.
I’ve been through several blog incarnations in the past 15+ years. Geocities and Angelfire died natural deaths. Xanga seems terminal. So, here I am at WordPress. Several fellow-Xangans also found refuge here. We’ll see how this goes.