Christmas Quiet by Ruth Gillis
I love the hush that Christmas brings,
the sigh of wonder in the air;
my heart in exaltation sings
a melody as soft as prayer.
I think the angels from on high
have come and sprinkled all the earth
with peace and love to glorify
the season of the Savior's birth.
Yes, peace and love He came to bring
to all the regions of the earth,
and still today the angels sing
proclaiming tidings of His birth.
So as about my tasks I go,
envisioning that wondrous night,
I feel such calm and joy to know
that Jesus' star still shines so bright!
It seems that all my stress and strife
miraculously have disappeared,
and just because one precious Life
into the world for all appeared.
So listen closely and you'll hear
the quietness of the season.
Your heart will overflow with cheer;
the Christ child is the reason.
Oh, Christmas quiet, I love you so!
A gentle peace with me abides,
and in my heart I feel the glow
that only Jesus Christ provides.
Sonnet for Christmas by Isabel A. Gehr
Oh fill your heart with fantasy and song.
This is the time to dream and not inquire
If it be true, but let our deep desire
Enflame our vision, make it glad and strong
To soar beyond our wont. It’s far from wrong
To seek release. The year’s demands conspire
Against our natures ‘til our souls require
The melodies and myths of ages long.
The moon is full, the wind sings in the trees.
Bright mountains call, and clouds and faeries
Ideals unborn and dreams half caught await,
And we can choose what we shall make the keys
To life. Shall love and joy and peace enhance
The fantasy made true as we create?
This We Know – Chief Seattle
Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people.
We know the sap which courses through the trees as we know the blood that courses through our veins. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are out sister. The bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadow, the body heat of the pony, and man, all belong to the same family.
The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is sacred. Each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.
The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children. So you must give to the rivers the kindness you would give any brother.
This we know: The earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood which unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
someday a mountain by Kaerlek Janislampi
i'm going to be a mountain someday
and just stand all the time
stalwart and mighty
collecting crystal s from heaven
and dispersing them ever so gently
kindly and impartially
to thirsty fields below
i will rise to alpine stature
i will be a mountain
firm and ever a humble beacon
a lofty rising peak
that calls to the brave and strong
urging all yearnings
to look up
and stop determined storms
and be a rocky sanctuary
more than a point of reference
above the din of banality
and hostile indifference
loving in the purity
of nearness to God
crowned in white that holds all color
fed by the groanings of the earth
standing, always standing
yes, i'm going to be a mountain
i rise up