‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring—
Except for a mouse.
She had paper for wrapping
And presents knee-deep;
With so much to do
There was no time to sleep!
Christmas Mouse
Author: THB
Be Good Anyway
What do you do when hope grows old—
Like a lively fire turned tired and cold?
What do you do when milestones pass,
And life feels broken, like shattered glass?
Believe
As the world turns to darkness
And light no longer gleams,
As burning rays of hope die out
And all is lost it seems.
Faith and You
Real faith requires something from you;
Answer the riddle to know what to do.
It’s a phrase, can you guess it? We shall see.
First is a word that, in short, means “me”.
Angels All Around
A look to the right, and no one,
A look to the left—the same.
Your life’s a solo journey;
Or so some seem to claim.
The Wasp Who Learned Too Late
“Now this is living!” says the wasp, with wings outstretched in flight;
The small fig orchard, still and calm, is bathed in soft moonlight.
Against advice, given thrice, he ventured to this place;
“The old fool doesn’t know,” he mocks, in a quickened, defiant pace.
Besides, his friends were talking; and he wants to come and see—
The whispered nighttime mystery, rumored in this old tree.
The Tilt of the Soul
The direction trees fall
Can clearly be seen—
They fall to the side
That they listfully lean.
Attitude
When life throws a curve,
Like a difficult trial,
And your row to hoe
Seems like a mile;
If you’re still kind,
And still can smile—
Life will get better
After a while.
Timing the Light
Reds and blues and yellows go round
In a dizzying sight and a blurring sound.
It’s a far-off place in a distant land,
And this here juggler is a one-man band.
What I Know
What do you get when God says no?
What do you get when cold winds blow?
What do you get when hope seems low?
I don’t know.
Once Upon A Rhyme 