STAINED GLASS GARDEN WINDOW
To every flower, every leaf,
It gives a different hue,
It anticipates the spring
And helps that dream come true.
It reminds me that this winter
Like all those before will pass,
And that when the roses bloom
I won't need this colored glass.
Free to walk in wonder
Through the garden God has made,
The colors then so bountiful
To fill this little glade.
And I think upon my window
When the times I face are tough,
Remembering that like the glass
A dream can be enough
To sustain a person's hopes
While God's garden grows,
Our answered prayers astounding
Like the blooming of the rose.
Byron von Rosenberg © June 10, 2003
CHRISTMASTIME AGAIN
The kids have made their lists.
It's Christmastime again.
I'll see their shining eyes.
When I go to tuck them in.
I'll eat the Christmas cookies.
We put upon the shelf
And hope my lack of manners.
Won't offend that jolly elf.
I'll set out all the presents.
I wrapped this afternoon
And wonder how it is.
That Christmas came so soon.
For as soon as one is over.
It seems the next one starts.
Christmas is a season.
That lives forever in our hearts.
And it isn't toys or trees.
Or soft new-fallen snow.
The love is even greater.
Than beneath the mistletoe.
And like the children in their beds.
My eyes are shining bright
As I celebrate God's precious gift.
To all of us tonight.
Merry Christmas to you, dear friends,
With prayers that yours never ends!
Byron von Rosenberg © November 20, 2004
The above poem may be included in a future book of poetry to be titled In the Sudden Silence. If all goes well, look for it in 2006.
The following poem will be found in Byron's upcoming book of poetry, Diamonds of the Dawn. Patriotism is ALWAYS in season! You can get Byron's books, Climb the Red Mountain and Don't Feed the Seagulls online or by calling toll free, 1 866 SEA GULS. Cost is $11.95 per book.
THE WIND IN FREEDOM'S SAIL
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