Christmas Blessings on Winter Solstice
May the shortest day and the longest night,
Remind us again who is truly the light,
For in a few days to a manger we go,
To find a bless’d savior with His light all aglow.
From God he was sent, Yes, to save all mankind,
To restore light within where some darkness did bind,
All thanks to the Lord, for this baby so small,
For the Light of the world, now, comes in to us all!
Peter Lowell Paulson
December 21, 2020
Christmas Once Again!
O, happy little Christmas tree from round our memories dance,
From days of yore all souls adore now come to take a glance,
Fair beaming all with widened smiles we see the tinsel fall,
Hail back again two-thousand years when love came to us all.
For, centered in the Christmas tree a manger scene within,
Where Joseph, Mary cradle Christ where new life can begin,
And, angels sing the Alleluia chorus to the Son,
All faith and hope and love restored to each and every one!
No pestilence or war may win when God is on our side,
The joy of Christmas reigns supreme for Heav’n now opens wide,
For love came down at Christmas, in gratitude we raise,
All thanks to God who loves the world, we sing once more in praise.
This night we see the Christmas tree with every light aglow,
Remembering each gift, all wrapped, that’s nestled far below,
And, scanning now we see the Star shine brightly from above,
That leads us to the manger still and Christ, the One we love!
Peter Lowell Paulson
December 10, 2020
My Granddaughter
Amazing little two year-old,
While walking through her life so bold,
She sings and laughs where e’re she goes,
She’ll lay flat down, stare at her toes.
For sure, she has her time to cry,
Those two year angsts appear to try-
Her patience in this tiny soul,
Yet, rarely does it grab her whole.
And, she’s content when on her own,
I found her on a chair alone,
One time I walked the basement stair,
To find her in corner chair.
All by herself sing A,B,C’s,
And, pause to say, “Bu”, “Bu”, “Bu”, “B’s”,
She raised her head to see I looked,
She flashed a smile, Grandpa was hooked.
Her Dad says she’s a “Mama’s girl”,
Yet, in his arms she’ll hug and curl,
A blessing to this husband, wife,
To share this joyful girl for life!
Peter Lowell Paulson
November 28, 2020
Pilgrims
The Pilgrims made it so can we,
How did they swell in misery,
Across through wild and wily sea,
With one pure hope in living free.
The Pilgrims surveyed field and marsh,
Embattled on with winters harsh,
Diseased and fevered to the core,
As many traveled through death’s door.
The Pilgrims scarce could know their fate,
What dangers round each corner wait,
They tilled and sowed in temperate clime.
And, finally blessed at harvest time.
On Plymouth Rock this stalwart band,
On solid rock of faith they’d stand,
It was this faith which held them sure,
Through every trial they would endure.
Like pilgrims we must carry on,
Trust God whom we rely upon,
Trust God whom we alone pursue,
Trust God alone to see us through!
Peter Lowell Paulson
November 18, 2020
