That Time of Year…..

Indeed! Tempus Fugit!

I shall be away….for the next few weeks. Off to Austria – Tuesday – to spend Christmas and New Year with daughter and the family.

Yes, they have now moved to Austria….husband is now Chief Hospital Consultant. So, we’re off into Voralberg…close to border with Switzerland and Liechtenstein.

I’m unlikely to be around here…on the blog much. I might…just might pop in from time to time to keep in touch.

May you all have a Blessed Festive Season! Whatever you do..or do not do….Have Peace and Goodwill in your hearts! Be Generous…and Be Blest!

See you in the New Year which, I pray, will bring you much joy!

Take Care!

Sunday Sonnet!

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As though in rhythmic tune with breeze they danced,
Bright faces smiling gaily as they swayed,
Recalling thought of erstwhile spring romance,
When young hearts went a-walking one fine day;
Beneath a cloudless cerulean sky,
A gentle zephyr kissed enchanting blooms,
As hand in hand young lovers walked nearby,
While whispered speech their precious time consumes;
In earnestness they solemnly avowed
Their loyalty into eternity;
Misfortune would their destiny becloud,
Fruition of their dreams was not to be.
Idyllic plans for future oft are made,
Then by reality to be betrayed!

©Meanderings 2018

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Sunday Sonnet!

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Not for the sake of cultivating praise,
Nor in pursuit of serving self-esteem,
One seeks to advocate compassion’s ways,
A more humane society to redeem.
As frozen as the snow-capped countryside,
Resplendent in the sparkling noonday sun,
The mores of life in vanities reside,
Affecting attitudes of everyone.
Would that the Sun that warms the human heart,
With embers of enduring, fulsome hope,
Regenerate our mores with a new start,
That Care shall reign in comprehensive scope.
Indifference paves the way to grave’s decline,
Compassion nurtures joy for the divine.

©Meanderings  2018

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Sunday Sonnet!

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Find ample time for others, thought to spare,
Whose daily lives encroach on hunger’s edge,
Their faltering hope consumed by deep despair,
Reserve of courage purposeless to dredge;
Amidst the bustle of your festal cheer,
So often driven by obsessive fun,
Unnoticed, wander eyes and hearts of fear,
For whom to stay alive is all but done;
What tidings does the Manger Infant bring?
How are the homeless housed and famished fed?
As Seraphim their Alleluias sing,
Shall Gracious God provide the daily bread?
Divine Assistance wields not magic wands,
But works through willing human hearts and hands!

©Meanderings 2017

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Sunday Sonnet!

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In preparation for the festal day
That marks when their Emmanuel was born,
With fervent prayer and lights in rich array,
Devoted faithful hearts and homes adorn;
The masses, though, in their pursuit of fun,
Seduced by tinselled sirens’ cunning lure,
Unspoken quest forever leave undone,
The empty, deeper human need to cure;
And yet, unearned, tidings of grace abide
Within the carols, sung by one and all,
That lack of joy and peace shall none betide,
Until the world at large be held in thrall.
Hail Grace, emergent from virginal womb,
To Grace, emergent from unfettered tomb.

©Meanderings 2017

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