Nostalgia is a longing for a person or a place that evokes happy memories.  Its an  
Oasis for the soul that harbors in the center of our hearts and draws us back to the
Safe haven of our most sacred places.  It contains the pull of an all familiar feeling;        
Territorial as a tug boat in the sea  it has the ability to transport us without notice
Across the miles of our present, into the deep abyss of our past.  It is often said that
Love is always remembered by the way it made us feel, and places by their scent;  
Granny's peppermint candies and mother's garlic sauce, are two precious memoirs    
I often go back to my first teachers  and lose myself in recollection of home. It was  
An era of youthful abandon.  Golden days full of spirited living and so much love.

Every Wednesday he held a healing service for the sick
since Betty's cancer had spread to a point of no return
Fr. N was the only one she followed, with faith unbroken;  
He stood at the front of the church and called us over
one by one. Up we went with all of our hurts and pains;  
He healed by instinct and Godly knowledge, of this I have
not doubt.    
Sadly, Betty did pass but not before receiving inner peace,
which that in itself was the greatest miracle of all...
Years later upon my return from Pittsburgh I visited this quiet
Anglican church with the hope of healing something deep inside
of me.   My soul had been hungering for acceptance for many years.      
"One of you is here to heal their inner child" he said,
"whomever you are please come up and receive your healing. "
I felt like he was talking to me so I got up and walked up the isle
towards him. He held a bottle of Olive oil in his right hand, after
anointing me he whispered,  "Why do I hold a vision of split acorns
in my head ? "
Unbeknownst to him,  I had just come back from a forest located
in Pittsburgh.  I had actually picked acorns, and turning them in
my hands, I had noticed they were split and took them home with
me in a bag to glue together.  
I went down like a soft feathered bird and when I came to,
I wept for half an hour, until all my fears subsided,
When it came to this special priest there was nowhere to hide,
he was a faith healer of the truest kind, always on your side...

December 3, 2020

Detailing leaves of golden spiff
I lean up close to take a whiff
of turmeric colored leaves sublime
and skies of ruby reds sweet wine
Engaged upon the breeze my touch  
awaits the pinnacle's non such;

Sharing space with a painters brush
I sketch a new horizon's rush
on a canvass ****** without blotch
envisioned scenes of yellow scotch      
while up above  the skylark soars
on sweet November's wing adore

Inhaling salt and sea I breathe
the very things of me that seethe
embroiled in art to hearts content
I hear falls bitter sweet lament
she doesn't want to touch the snow,  
nor lose her natural bronzing glow.

They were bright little elves, mischievous but good
creative as can be  known as gnomes of the North Pole
Santa's sleigh began to slow so they did all they could  
the spirit-meter read low and it could not run on coal,  
so they filled it with hot cocoa and a tad of faithful gist.
  
Intuitive as heck they decked the workshop halls with glee
knowing very well insightful Santa could smell a foul tree
But then before the big old flight, he asked a ***** elf
"why do you smell like chocolate boy? "make a note to self"
it was then that Santa doubted but heh the presents come  first!

Off he went with a bag of toys as the elves made so much noise
clever little beings that they were, they all waved with poise
Up the chimney down the chimney  the sleigh just ran and ran
hot on the trail of children's hopes it flew with a yes I can .
Santa  saw that the spirit-meter was low and full of thirst
  
He thought and thought, and then he saw  a chocolate leak  
dripping down his boot, he knew, the elves had had a peek
but when he saw the joy on the children's faces in a dream
he knew that his  magic elves were geniuses of their realm  
and he was glad they got the sled to fly, with a cocoa burst.

Let's put CHRIST back into Christmas and steer towards the season without fear  
with no distraction of any kind to take us away from the LOVE gift he proposed
Superfluous  gifts with money tags are of no use this year so we better adhere
to the treasure of His birth, a birth that was so dear that even the camel posed

Lets cook good food, gather our children to our *****  and give them hope
light your candles, use your best china,  tomorrow is only a promised wind
Laugh at yourself a little,  God knows you need it, its a great way to cope
be as kind as you can be, use your empathy for those who's hearts rescind

Bring the tinsel to your front window show the world that you are a believer
Christ was the light of the world and still is today, he was never a deceiver
Send Christmas cards in abundance this year, and open your heart to LOVE
it is the only gift worth giving and receiving, ...for its a one size fitted glove

Let's put the CHRIST back into Christmas and remember our parents rule,  
if you don't realize by now its not about the gifts, then go back to school.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE
LETS SALUTE THE HOLY SON..

I may not be so popular with the comments and the views
and although I never make the front liners nor the news
the one thing I do know is this I got friends that are true    

They know to find my page and send me my heart's gage
even if I didn't win a contest nor cause the latest rage
I dislike gossip and fake people and yes, I love to sage

I don't evaluate myself by the amount of likes dislikes
preferring Cinderella's stage coach over shiny motorbikes
I don't sit in the cinders and take pleasure in the spikes

I'm an ordinary poet who loves to write about this and that
very private with my sort so I won't say where I hang my hat
and if you really must know, I love dogs more then I love cats.