Joy to Her World!
A posthumous Christmas wish for Elizabeth Edwards
Joy to your world, Elizabeth.
Though peace on earth seemed but a myth,
I pray your final silent nights
brought some comfort and joy.
With chestnuts roasting on the fire,
I hope your one lasting desire
expressed itself in wordless looks
at loved ones gathered near.
As carols played within your home,
did you see the Christ upon His throne?
And in the bleak midwinter
did you find Immanuel?
God rest you merry, 'lizabeth.
I pray that with your final breath
you could release regrets and hurts
that suffocated joy.
May bells we hear on Christmas Day
remind us that God made a way
to angels we have heard on high
when we face death down here.
Waiting for Easter at Christmastime
The plight of A.L.S. victims
It's criminal. It's thievery.
He's bound and gagged unmercifully.
A friend of mine has been kidnapped
by his most heinous foe.
His dignity has been hijacked
as he lies helpless on his back
dependent on his family
for all his earthly needs.
It's death by inches and so cruel.
The victim has no strength to duel.
He's vandalized with no recourse.
He helplessly succumbs.
Yes, ALS is robbing life
from one whose nurse is his dear wife
and while he waits for Christmas Eve,
Marc dreams of Easter Day.
* Dedicated to The Reverend Marc Pearson of Poulsbo, WA (my friend and colleague in ministry) and to his loving wife Carol.