Leaves at Thanksgiving
On trees are so few,
Most of them resting
On the ground like the dew.
An offering of gold
Laid down by the tree,
Holding back nothing
It gives thankfully.
And naked and barren
It faces the chill,
Sure God's love never ends
Though the winter's cold will.
And I realize in watching
That if I, too, were so sure
There is nothing so awful
I could not endure.
And that if I would give thanks,
My own offering bring,
God's gifts would be countless
Like new leaves in the spring.

Byron von Rosenberg © November 22, 2004


It's just another Christmas
With gifts and mistletoe,
Just another winter's day
That I'll be shovelling snow.
But I'll pour a cup of chocolate,
Sit by the fire to warm my feet,
Then surrounded by the ones I love
Share something good to eat.
I'll listen to their laughter
And watch the firelight dance.
If it'just another Christmas
How does it so entrance?
Is it music from the angels
Singing high above
Bringing forth the best of us
With the best of gifts, God's love?
Just another ordinary
Yet special Christmas Day
With tender thoughts of you
And with you in mind, we pray.
His blessings for the coming year
Our Christmas wish for you
And as we listen to the angels
We hope you hear them, too.

Byron von Rosenberg © November 20, 2004

And patriotism is ALWAYS in season! Here is a poem about our flag!


I hear that sail a-rippling as with the wind it fills.
To navigate these narrow straits takes all our strength and skills.
In such waters we are tempted to fly a lesser sail
But freedom is the answer and with her, we will prevail!
She billows full with stories of dangers bravely met
In stroner storms than those we face. No! We shall not forget!
Reminding me, "Remember! This sail's sewn not with seams
But with the blood of patriots and their undying dreams."

I hear that sail a-tearing as fiercest storm draws nigh
And wonder what the future holds as I look through her to the sky.
What can hold together the fabric this storm parts?
The honor and the faith that live in human hearts!
I hear her, our mended sail, whom the sudden gust has fed,
"God has set the course for us in all He's done and said!"
Telling me, "America! Do not your God deny!
Always seek the wind of truth and you will never die."

I hear that sail a-flutter as we both set out to sea,
And wonder whence it comes, this wind that sets us free.
I hear it in the voices of generations past
It is the breath of God that drives our ship so fast,
A sail that reaches outward from this, our blessed land,
Guided by the faith that we are in His hand,
Singing to me,"Praise the Lord! He blesses and He gives!
He is the wind in freedom's sail and with His touch, she lives!"

Byron von Rosenberg © 2003