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rainyday Member Posts 304 Heartland USA 
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 Windows~ I've always liked to look in from the street at window scenes, they warm my spirit, and chase any blues I may have in this red & green season wrapped in white. I have only one window that I bare to the night so my Christmas tree can be seen, and that's all you can see, imagination must fill the rest, but many households leave all their windowpanes unobstructed..rather by accident or on purpose, so of course you can't resist peeking inside from a brisk Winter's evening, can't help but wonder of the people that live within, the family, their problems, and their joys this season, little do any of us know what truly goes on beyond the windows, knowing nothing is as perfect as it might seem, the quiet and the dark can hide so much, those who dwell within have probably had their share of grief, wrestled with things they felt just couldn't be overcome, dealt with pain.. physical..and emotional the best way they could, knelt in prayer till knees were sore, or shook their fist at a darkened sky, yet there's always a little hope inside with just the twinkling lights on the tree, with the glow of a tiny lamp, or the warmth and crackle of a fire hours into burning, small embers of hope..with coals of memory, because we as humans try with all our might to Hold On,we Hold to every smidgen of hope we can find.. especially at Christmas time. When the world has gone mad and taken almost all of our grace, we somehow seek it out, even if it's just a cup of Christmas snow melting into memories of snow-ice cream we used to make as children, a little vanilla and sugar waited on the shelf, how wonderful we thought that was..gathering only the freshly fallen, no worries..for this was free, free-falling goodness from the heavens. We can find that bit of hope and peace in the photograph of a loved one who taught us things we'll never forget, it can be in something as light and catching as a child's giggle, the raised eyebrow of an elder we respect, or upon a full moon that commands the night.. blessing the first snowfall with pristine light, how proud the landscape in diamond dust. How magical a leaning snowman can be taking us down that lost-mitten path to childhood..if only for a few moments, then back to a favorite Christmas-carol reminding us of the Greatest story ever told, and surprisingly that special commodity can be found within our own eyes after tears have cleansed them fresh and new, leaving our soul to find a Winter's moon pond, where we learn how to Glide... So here's a toast to Hope and Love..with Peace close behind.. a Christmas-wish for All beyond the window scene. © Jan~ [This message has been edited by rainyday (12-22-2015 11:11 PM).] |
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DaysofView Member
since 2014-04-01
Posts 433Just A Slice Of The Pie |
Love that cool tree picture! I started to read but it was just too long but what I did get up to was very nice. sorry rainy  It was just a thought which made them run. It was just an act that killed them. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
blessing the first snowfall with pristine light, how proud the landscape in diamond dust. How magical a leaning snowman can be Yes, yes, yes, this is a very beautiful, warm and insightful write, I much enjoyed reading it. I also love to discover Christmas trees behind the windows. It's rare, because in the evening here people shut down all the blinds. Merry Christmas and joy and peace, dear Jan, to you too. Margherita  |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
I am struck in the heart by the same area of your prose as Magherita. "the raised eyebrow of an elder we respect, or upon a full moon that commands the night.. blessing the first snowfall with pristine light, how proud the landscape in diamond dust. How magical a leaning snowman can be..." Love it, and happy to see the picture.... "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
"When the world has gone mad and taken almost all of our grace, we somehow seek it out, even if it's just a cup of Christmas snow melting into memories of snow-ice cream we used to make as children, a little vanilla and sugar waited on the shelf," Perfect, rainyday, in my eyes this was ultra special in a poem which was special throughout . . . ~ Do what you have to do to feel right, |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Rainy Day, what beauty you have gifted to us who love to read. Beautiful thoughts and words put together perfectly. I had to look into that tree also and in the third panel down,close to your photo, I saw a perfect eye looking out. But looking at it more I also saw the face of a good sized dog.The perfect family must live there. I love your words. Thank you for sharing this. best to you, Jo Perry , |
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rainyday Member Posts 304 Heartland USA |
DoV, I suspect you're more of a Haiku kind of girl. Happy Holidays[This message has been edited by rainyday (12-23-2015 05:53 PM).] |
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rainyday Member Posts 304 Heartland USA |
Dear M, Thank you for reading me, & a very Merry Christmas to you also. CHEERS.. |
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rainyday Member Posts 304 Heartland USA |
Ice, What a dear expression..Thank you glad you liked. CHEERS..all the Best.. |
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rainyday Member Posts 304 Heartland USA |
What a sweet reply..Thank you JP, wished I had some snow-icecream to share. CHEERS.. |
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rainyday Member Posts 304 Heartland USA |
Jo, Thank you for your wonderful & generous reply. I like it when readers see something extra, or take something different away with them after reading. Holiday CHEER to you |
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