By Dawn Munro
| Author Notes | Felis silvestris -- bushy-tailed wildcat of Europe that resembles the domestic cat and is regarded as the ancestor of the domestic cat. Synonyms: European wildcat, catamountain/ Type of: wildcat/ any small or medium-sized cat resembling the domestic cat and living in the wild. |
By Dawn Munro
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I started out intending to write an Italian sonnet, then modified to suit my muse, who THEN took over completely! (*smile*)
"And he said unto him, why callest thou me good? there is none good but one, that is, God: but if thou wilt enter into life, keep the commandments." Mathew 19:17 "He saith unto him, Which? Jesus said, Thou shalt do no murder, Thou shalt not commit adultery, Thou shalt not steal, Thou shalt not bear false witness," Mathew 19:18 "Honour thy father and thy mother: and, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself." Mathew 19:19 Video courtesy of YouTube. |
By Dawn Munro
The Christmas Test
My lamp is dim, it can't burn bright -
its oil runs low this Christmas night.
Why do some children suffer so?
Why lose our wonder as we grow?
Anointed by my Saviour's grace,
why is it I can't see His face?
These questions haunt me every day.
And even now, I see no way
to answer all He's let me ask -
I need to understand my task.
Why am I here? What does life mean?
Is there a purpose? It would seem
that random chaos rules the world!
Then suddenly, the truth unfurled
as I looked up to see that star -
that Christmas beacon from afar.
It filled me with a brilliant light
and I knew then what's always right:
it's action needed, not more talk -
we've lost the path we're made to walk.
And as we lend a helping hand,
rejoicing's heard throughout the land.
Hosannas fill the air with praise,
and our Lord's face is in the gaze
of each and every one we bless
with His Son's love. We gave His best.
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By Dawn Munro
You hear the music of its purr,
and think that it is silken fur
that makes you want to cuddle her --
it's not --- her purring's healing.
So long ago, when times were slow
physicians all, not 'in the know',
believed they were concealing
some magic that would make them rich.
Can you imagine? What a hitch to
suddenly discover you were wrong!
Those days were different -- not like ours --
Egyptians plotted with the stars,
and cats weren't really ones to be revealing
the frequency of their sweet purr,
like frankincense, and Wise Men's myrrh
could mend a heart with soft, exquisite song.
The Magi learned, and so discerned
a new-born babe would not be spurned
for wanting something that could make him strong --
They gathered mounts so they could ride
across the desert to His side,
anticipating they would meet a throng.
They brought with them to Bethlehem
felis silvestrus ; diadem,
and Holy Mary had to make a choice.
Cat purred aloud, and wowed the crowd,
and to the manger, deeply bowed,
then spoke in purr-fect, cuddly, kitty voice:
"I'm here to worship, just like you,
and though the babe is very new,
I'm confident He'll gladly hear me speak.
You all are marvelous, for sure,
just like my whiskers and my fur,
but in His manger I can rub His cheek."
(Now Mary knew she should demur,
but oh, that most melodious purr!)
She eyed the Magi -- they were Kings,
bedecked in finest robes and rings!
"I thank you for the frankincense,
your generosity's immense...
but pass that puss -- He needs to cuddle her."
So that, my friends, is where this ends,
and how the feline makes amends
for being just a little egotistic --
felis silvestrus might be vain,
and acts as if all cats should reign,
but face it! Pussy's purr is highly mystic.
By Dawn Munro
Bleak Christmas
by Dawn Munro
She'll be alone again on Christmas Eve,
and when the day arrives, the phone won't ring.
She'll wear a cheerful smile, and so deceive
the folks who come to listen to her sing
hosanna to the heavens; to His throng
of saints who gather, glad of love that's shared.
Just once she wishes she could sing a song
of truth about her loneliness; be spared.
But people want good news, and happiness -
rejoicing as they sit down to their feast.
The yuletide season is the time to bless
their loved ones, not the hungry beast
of isolation, solitude--no peace
is found for her in silence, merely pain,
and so she prays and wishes for release
when two or more won't gather in His name.
| Author Notes |
In memory of the sweetest friend anyone ever had. Kind, gentle, soft-spoken, she had the biggest heart. (I miss you, Mae. R.I.P., dear friend.)
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By Dawn Munro
| Author Notes |
Grandmothers rule. :) Thank you for reading! (But please don't forget to keep those decorations away from kitties, especially tinsel! And knock on the hood of any vehicle before starting the engine. Outdoor cats look for warm places to sleep in winter, like car engines and on top of warm tires!)
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By Dawn Munro
Dad, stop yer whining,
yer kids'll be fine
as long as on cookies
ol' Santa will dine.
You see, 'cause the reindeer
eat veggies and stuff,
what's left is the sweet treats -
Oh, Christmas is rough!
You parents say Santa
is nothing but good,
so kids SHOULD eat sugar!
Yes, they really should.
Those reindeer run ragged
throughout the night sky
when they don't have veggies
to help make them fly.
So please take the broccoli
off of my plate.
Save carrots and corncobs
and all that I hate
for those lovely reindeer -
we want them to fly.
Feed children like Santa
so we brats don't cry.
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By Dawn Munro
I think, sometimes, I've changed too much
because I'm soft - my tears and such -
but then again, if not my tears,
what happens to the many years
that drift us by, inside a fog -
get lost in swampy, murky bog?
I much prefer to think that I
at beauty such as this will cry...
an orchid like a dove in flight,
a blazing star in inky night
displaying for the world to see
a Saviour born, who set us free.
| Author Notes |
Please enjoy my favorite soprano and this lovely carol ... Merry Christmas, and thank you for reading.
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By Dawn Munro
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Thank you for reading. Merry Christmas to all!
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By Dawn Munro
If such a star appeared for us to guide us through the night,
I wonder if we'd follow it to view a royal sight
or if we'd scoff, insist such things are easily explained,
that science held the answer, there was nothing to be gained
by being overawed and foolish, easily impressed.
(Has humankind evolved at all, or have we all regressed?)
This Christmas as we gather with our friends and family,
I pray we all remember what it cost to set us free.
Imagine for a moment that the tiny babe was ours;
would we, for any price on earth, surrender to such powers
as those that knew this precious child would perish on a cross?
As parent to this infant, could we bear that kind of loss?
Our God is love so boundless we can only give our lives
in service to our fellow man, and pray that faith survives,
for each of us belongs to Him who gave His only Son,
and none of us are worthy, yet He loves us, every one.
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Thank you for reading. Merry Christmas!
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