What Should We Do When The Lights Go Out?

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What should we do when the lights go out.

What do we do when the lights come down.

How do we feel when the lights go dim and dark and out and up and away.

When all the bright and all the light are stored and boxed and put up high, out of arms reach. Tucked and stored. Out of sight. And suddenly so suddenly the twinkles are no more. And the normal new normal is back to dim and duller, in the rooms in all the rooms where we move and live and have our being.

And plain seems to  reign and dulller rules and all the exteriors are undressed and no longer wearing their Sunday best. The music fades, the carols quiet, and still covers the nights of the bleak mid-winter.

So what should we do when the lights go out and up and are put away. And we grieve the change or we celebrate, our unique spirits reign during the days on all the days of shifting gears and changing lanes and traveling back down the roads of living before we stopped and prepared our hearts for the holy celebration. Prepared Him room in all the light and bright.

Oh, what do all  the souls of all the saints do and say as all the lights are dimmed at once.

Don’t we each see through lens with unique eyes on all the dark. Frame the change as only  I can frame and you can frame and we can frame the change, when all the lights come down.

As boxes take the baby Jesus back to tissue wrap and all the scenes of Hope and Glory and Redemption go back gently in their box, we all take time to grieve the change. Take it tender, take it slow.

And say goodbye or say hello.

And weep with tears of Joy or tears of pain. And look back with that keen hindsight on all the days to all the days of the year that is and almost was.

But what if when the decorations and decor and garland ribbons bows and such come down we see more clearly, all the bones of life. With all the fluff and stuff removed, or some of it at least.

And trim back ornamental accoutrement to just the what we usually have.

And dim the lights, it’s sweet that way. And turn the dial that dims the lights to see just you and see just me right straight in the eyes, of the soul,  of all the ones that gather round a life.  And see He is right there He always was, when all the lights go out.

When all the candy has come and gone and all the presents are received and thanks are sweetly given. And simple rules again in the hearts of men, what will we do what should we do when all the lights go out.

WIthout the cords and bulbs and lights, without the trim and trees and wreaths.

Its you, its me, its family.

And in all the dark and dim and dull,  the hurting and the weak still stand.  The lonely, sick and so afraid, still look for light to shine on them.

So when the lights go out and down and up, let’s be and shine and show and love with all the Light from Love Come Down, At Christmas.

In all the dark, in all the days of all the year for all the world to see.

Paint with brush strokes the flames of Hope and Mercy bright and glowing.

Where death and pain and hurt and dark are seeking His bright love.

Let’s still sing loud and soft and sweet,  let’s still tell Truth and tell it tender,  let’s still Love and Be the People Bearing Light.

And lets stand, huddle, rest not move, in the shadow of His perfect light and love.

Stand with me, rest with me, linger long and slow. Let’s stand together, touching always the hem of His garment of perfect love. There in the light, in the heavenly light.

Dim the lights of the world all you want, for in Him there is no darkness at all.

In Him there is no darkness at all. And the broken Hallelujahs and the always Alleluias sing loud and clear in the light, in the bright light. In the forever light.

Merry The Days After Christmas…. remembering always the Light and The Hope of Glory in Him.

There is not a trace of darkness in Him – 1 John 1:5

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Grieving and Rejoicing

wpid-2012-06-29-13.00.59.jpgA co-mingling of
A grief so heavy handed
Sip by sip we drink of it
And the quenching does not come
The grief of man seems never ending
Life in grieving is prolonged
The heart so heavy finds no solace
From sharp pain the season long
The heart ripped open in the sadness
The depth of loss defined in terms brand new
The weary souls of hearts beat different in this sea of sad
And tremble, quake at news of death

But somewhere while the tears still wet
And as the human heart is weak with pain
The glimpse of Light and then bright rays
Will shine anew Hope, co-mingled with the pain
As healing comes, no matter at what rate
As healing comes in mercy wrapped in love’s still fragile lace
As healing comes and joy streams mingling,
Mixing with rivers of life’s salty tears
Our Hope in present darkness sings to hearts
And Love born in a manger, Love radiant will
Proclaim, that though the pain in life cuts deep
A manger holds life’s Comforter and Healer
And we will, we will rejoice again

And while the pen that writes the words
Is colored, shaded in charcoal greys or
Ebony black sorrow monochromes
A Hope restored brings Love anew
Creating slowly colors, brilliant Hope’s bright hues
And writes a love note to the hearts of men
And wipes the tears on cheeks and weary souls
Proclaiming Love and Hope and Christ’s Love
Still makes mercies new, all the mornings
Of all the days to come, everyone
Replacing broken fractured with healed and whole
Co-mingling tears of weary grieving
With those of a weary world’s rejoicing
A world still grieving
Will see a day, in days to come
Of Hallelujahs, broken
Still Rejoicing
Rejoicing still over
News of Comfort and Joy
Comfort and Joy
And though faint and weak,

Alleluia Anyway


Joining Laura for her Play Dates at the Wellspring



December 26th

shadows eyes and donkey

I have got my eye on you
Like a hawk
Steel eyed, glassy,
Fixed gaze
Not blinking
You have come before
And dropped the black cape on a place
On a home
Covered in paper it feels like lead weight
You taunt and tease
And say what now
You know the drain of excess and of spent lives
Spent wallets
Spent souls
And you peel back the layers
Seeing weary and wondering
But not this year
You will have no place
No room in the inn of our home
No hearts left empty from want or greed
No taking down tinsel with a tear of despair
No now what’s and what’s nows
We will call you glorious too
And name you day of continued praise
And walk out with the love came down at Christmas
The day after
And call it a day of beauty too
When hearts filled by Him and with Him and of Him
Can go out into all the world
For He has set the captives free
And so we are
Of worry want and dread
And instead
Paint all the days of gray
With berry red rejoicing

I’ve got my eyes on you
Warm stare of welcoming
You’ve slammed the door on joy
And wagged a boney finger at a home
What now you tired and weary souls
What will you do this day
As you look back on all the days of Advent
And a life which lead you to the dirty
On the mantel
In the past
We’ve wrapped Him back with care and love
And felt a sadness
It is over
When in fact
Its just begun
The day one of continued celebration
Of that bright and silent Holy
Of birth and making all things right
Here right now
We live the days of joyful man
Because we know the cross
In all its sacrifice
So day you will not live as day of infamy
And gloom and spent and sadness for an end
Of Celebration
No, the blood red rejoicing will continue
The weary world’s rejoicing
For He came and He reigns
Even and especially on
December 26th
When all the Christmas
And Christmas
And new and glorious
Lives reconciled to Him
Should find us
Falling on our Knees
And singing
The Hallelujah Chorus
To a tired and weary world

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Joining Jen, Eilleen and Emily today.

Also joining Heather for Just Write.

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Red, A Christmas Poem

berries in sunlight

Red bakes velvet
Berries burst crimson
Bows tied ruby
Birds feed scarlet, tipping by the window ledge
Lights flicker scarlet, winking at the wonder of it all
Christ’s blood shed, sacrifice,
life poured out


But first the manger, birth and life

Waiting watchful vigilant we

For the coming of Christ the King
Red the beating hearts of we

who worship
Celebrating ,glorious triumphant birth,

a Baby, Savior
The King, draped in robe of Royalty.

And all the world awaits his birth

While dressed in fabric festive, crimson

And all the words written, captured, printed holy, 

All the words as gift for us, holy, holy ,holy  they are, there



Joining Deidra for her Sunday Community…what JOY!