Midst cobbled stones a Christmas night
Soft candles lit and blazing bright
Alone she sits with cups of grace
Her smile redeemed yet out of place
Stares she shares; a slaughtered lamb
A sign she holds thus read...''I am''
Snow, like diamonds, on frosted trees
Remorse freefall like salted leaves
''Noel,'' afar, sweet voices hear
As silhouettes through clouds appear
Yet, frail she stands clothed in rags
Homeless pride; her life in bags
''Rejoice, rejoice'' thus pierce the hue
Her fingers clasped as life seeps through
Again her voice the words proclaim
A bow of head in Jesus' name
And on cold ground she begs release
It's then I prayed; ''God, help her please''
For day by day we pass her by
Alone she begs, too proud to cry
In churchyards weep midst headless stone
Wild daffodils so long since grown
And whosoever shuns the light
Let doubt be mine should wrong be right
Her calloused hand I grasp with ease
As grateful eyes my soul appease
And with a shout it all began
''Emmanuel!'' from every man
Child they say in swaddling clothes
From whence he came, God only knows
A choir thus sing upon this place
Of every man, from every race
Bright ribbons, red, through fingers play
As eyes grow moist a Christmas Day
Oh, hark the wings from up above
Around her warmth and only love
A starry night tonight doth yield
And wise are three from far afield
And from this day, I lend my hand
A new found friend for whom I stand
''Rejoice, rejoice! the holy lamb''
Her eyes greet mine, with words...''I am''
Christmas brings joy in a special way
Yet life should not be just for a day
The good in heart shall heed the call
For rich or poor, no flowered wall
As written, who writes, his words must face
A helping hand bears no disgrace
One man's take on life told thru humorous short stories from his childhood on into his mid-50's; from feeling like an outcast in school to being an adult. His intent: hope. Hope in that you shall see, no matter how rough life can seem -and is- at times, that you may be able to enjoy it. Each story will bring a laugh, a smile, a tear, a lesson.
The 23rd Annual Book Awards said:
"We Really Need To Laugh" shares memories which will resonate with many readers. Overall a creative presentation of the authors life given in a rather sing-song poetic story telling style; a pleasant read"
Paige Swanson inherits her aunt's mansion and moves to Savannah, Georgia. There she meets Cash Wilkins, the architect hired to restore the home to its full glory, and Bradley, the resident ghost - a Confederate soldier killed in the Battle of Chickamauga.
Locals believe Civil War treasure's hidden in the mansion. Paige's new home becomes a target for thieves. Both Cash and Bradley vie to protect her. Who will succeed? Will Paige find an even greater treasure; romance with Cash?
This novel weaves a tale of romance, history, and ghostly mystery that keeps readers enthralled from the first page to the last.
In a world where everything is not as it seems, it can be deadly uncovering secrets that have been concealed within the shadows for years. Across the sand dunes and under the castle of The Flarein Royal Family, there lies an ancient city that once was the one of the largest trade centers in all of Trindavin; however, it is now nothing more than a dark place full of bloodthirsty bandits and gladiators. This dark secret kept from the world is only of the many the mysterious Royal Family of Flarein withhold. When everything breaks lose, the reality of life's cruelty and clarity challenges the growth of the young Princess Melainie. In the end, will she grow, or will she fall further into the dark abyss of the secrets shrouding her past, present, and future?