Poems for the JourneY
Poems by Elisa Sangiorgio, Inspirations by God
Contents:
2. Poem-Together in Our Hearts
3. Check it out-Silent Night as spoken by God and a touching story
4. On the lighter side-Fractured Christmas Carols as sung by kids
WELCOME NEW SUBSCRIBERS TO MY LIST AND THANK YOU SOOO VERY MUCH FOR ALL YOUR KIND WORDS!!! YOU HAVE TOUCHED MY HEART DEEPLY!!! GOD BLESS YOU ALL AND MAY YOU ALL HAVE A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR AND GIVES THANKS TO GOD FOR HIS INCREDIBLE BLESSING ON US...THE BIRTH OF HIS SON JESUS!!!
Christmas can be such a special time of year for some people, bringing family and friends together that they haven't seen in a long time. It can be a time of healing, moving on, and finding forgiveness. Even a time to think things over, go through the past year and count your blessings. Yet let us not forget that for others, however, it can be a time of sadness. There are so many people around this world that do not have family, or friends to celebrate with. They are alone, some with no hope, yet we can pray someone brings them that hope of Christ's love and the real reason for Christmas. There are others who have lost a loved one and times like this make it more painful to deal with the fact they are no longer with them on this earth. If that person was saved, they have that assurance they will see them again, but as humans we still miss them. And, now that we are at war, there are those men and women overseas that won't be with their families this Christmas. Children with no fathers or mothers, praying their daddy or mommy comes home unharmed. Men and women across the miles praying God gives their families peace while they're so far away. So with this in mind, I wrote this song in honor of those men and women fighting for the freedom of this country. So while they are miles apart, they know they can be…
Silent Night as read by God...you must have realplayer to listen. It is one of the most beautiful things I have heard in a long time. Just cut and paste this link into your browser...
http://www.q100atlanta.com/bertshow/ramfiles/silentnight.ram
I don't know who wrote the following or if it's even true, but I am sure there are many stories like this all over the world. These are the people I pray for...
THE DIME
Bobby was getting cold sitting out in his back yard in the snow. Bobby didn't wear boots; he didn't like them and anyway he didn't own any. The thin sneakers he wore had a few holes in them and they did a poor job of keeping out the cold. Bobby had been in his backyard for about an hour already. And, try as he might, he could not come up with an idea for his mother's Christmas gift.
He shook his head as he thought, "This is useless, even if I do come up with an idea, I don't have any money to spend." Ever since his father had passed away three years ago, the family of five had struggled. It wasn't because his mother didn't care, or try, there just never seemed to be enough. She worked nights at the hospital, but the small wage that she was earning could only be stretched so far. What the family lacked in money and material things, they more than made up for in love and family unity.
Bobby had two older and one younger sister, who ran the house hold in their mother's absence. All three of his sisters had already made beautiful gifts for their mother. Somehow it just wasn't fair. Here it was Christmas Eve already, and he had nothing.
Wiping a tear from his eye, Bobby kicked the snow and started to walk down to the street where the shops and stores were. It wasn't easy being six without a father, especially when he needed a man to talk to. Bobby walked from shop to shop, looking into each decorated window. Everything seemed so beautiful and so out of reach.
It was starting to get dark and Bobby reluctantly turned to walk home when suddenly his eyes caught the glimmer of the setting sun's rays reflecting off of something along the curb. He reached down and discovered a shiny dime. Never before has anyone felt so wealthy as Bobby felt at that moment. As he held his new-found treasure, a warmth spread throughout his entire body and he walked into the first store he saw. His excitement quickly turned cold when the salesperson told him that he couldn't buy anything with only a dime. He saw a flower shop and went inside to wait in line.
When the shop owner asked if he could help him, Bobby presented the dime and asked if he could buy one flower for his mother's Christmas gift. The shop owner looked at Bobby and his ten-cent offering. Then he put his hand on Bobby's shoulder and said to him, "You just wait here and I'll see what I can do for you."
As Bobby waited he looked at the beautiful flowers and even though he was a boy, he could see why mothers and girls liked flowers. The sound of the door closing as the last customer left, jolted Bobby back to reality. All alone in the shop, Bobby began to feel alone and afraid. Suddenly the shop owner came out and moved to the counter. There, before Bobby's eyes, lay twelve long stem, red roses, with leaves of green and tiny white flowers all tied together with a big silver bow.
Bobby's heart sank as the owner picked them up and placed them gently into a long white box. "That will be ten cents young man." the shop owner said reaching out his hand for the dime. Slowly, Bobby moved his hand to give the man his dime. Could this be true? No one else would give him a thing for his dime! Sensing the boy's reluctance, the shop owner added, "I just happened to have some roses on sale for ten cents a dozen. Would you like them?"
This time Bobby did not hesitate, and when the man placed the long box into his hands, he knew it was true. Walking out the door that the owner was holding for Bobby, he heard the shop keeper say, "Merry Christmas, son."
As he returned inside, the shop keeper's wife walked out. "Who were you talking to back there and where are the roses you were fixing?"
Staring out the window, and blinking the tears from his own eyes, he replied, "A strange thing happened to me this morning. While I was setting up things to open the shop, I thought I heard a voice telling me to set side a dozen of my best roses for a special gift. I wasn't sure at the time whether I had lost my mind or what, but I set them aside anyway. Then just a few minutes ago, a little boy came into the shop and wanted to buy a flower for his mother with one small dime.
"When I looked at him, I saw myself, many years ago. I too, was a poor boy with nothing to buy my mother a Christmas gift. A bearded man, whom I never knew, stopped me on the street and told me that he wanted to give me ten dollars. "When I saw that little boy tonight, I knew who that voice was, and I put together a dozen of my very best roses." The shop owner and his wife hugged each other tightly, and as they stepped out into the bitter cold air, they somehow didn't feel cold at all.
May this story instill the spirit of CHRISTmas in you.
We are all on a journey through life. Some of us get lost, some search for the truth, some have found the truth, and sometimes we all need a little "service station" along the way to continue on. These poems were written for that purpose; for those seeking to find life, for those who have it, but need a little lift, for those who have strayed and need directions back, and for those who just need a little encouragement. It is for every day living, experiences, heartaches that lead us to the realization that God is the only way, the only truth, and the only life. I pray my poems minister to your heart, and give you the energy, direction and encouragement that you need. If you ever wished to be removed, please send me an e-mail and I will remove you, no hard feelings. :) God bless.
