Matthew 2:1-2:
Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the king, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem, saying, where is he that is born King of the Jews? For we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him.

Larry Libby, Christmas Stories for the Heart:
Late on a sleepy, star-spangled night, those angels peeled back the sky just like you would tear open a sparkling Christmas present. Then, with light and joy pouring out of Heaven like water through a broken dam, they began to shout and sing the message that baby Jesus had been born. The world had a Savior! The angels called it “Good News,” and it was.

Matthew 1:21:
And she will bear a Son, and you shall call His name Jesus, for it is He who will save His people from their sins.

D. James Kennedy, Christmas Stories for the Heart:
The star of Bethlehem was a star of hope that led the wise men to the fulfillment of their expectations, the success of their expedition. Nothing in this world is more fundamental for success in life than hope, and this star pointed to our only source for true hope: Jesus Christ.

Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful – Norman Vincent Peale.

Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flam of charity in the heart – Washington Irving.

At Christmas I no more desire a rose, Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled shows; But like of each thing that in season grows – William Shakespeare.

There has been only one Christmas – the rest are anniversaries – W.J. Cameron.

It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air – W.T. Ellis.

Merry Christmas for you!!!!

I wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirit in jars and open a jar of it every month – Harlan Miller.

Christmas is not as much about opening our presents as opening our hearts – Janice Maeditere.

Keep your Christmas-heart open all the year round – Jessica Archmint.

Remember this December, that love weighs more than gold! – Josephine

Merry Christmas to everybody!

Love came down at Christmas; Love all lovely, love divine; Love was born at Christmas, Stars & angels gave the sign – Christina Rossetti.

Every time we love, every time we give, it’s Christmas – Dale Evans.

Santa is very jolly because he knows where all the bad girls live – Dennis Miller.

There is no ideal Christmas; only the one Christmas you decide to make as a reflection of your values, desires, affections, traditions – Bill Mckibben.

The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other – Burton Hillis.

Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas – Calvin Coolidge.

Christmas is a time when you get homesick – even when you’re home – Carol Nelson.

I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year – Charles Dickens.

Walt Mason
For hearts that are kindly, with virtue and peace, and not seeking blindly a hoard to increase; for those who are grieving o’er life’s sordid plan; for souls still believing in heaven and man; for homes that are lowly with love at the board; for things that are holy, I thank thee, O Lord!

Cicero:
A thankful heart is not only the greatest virtue, but the parent of all other virtues.

Melody Beattie:
Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.

Albert Schweitzer:
To educate yourself for the feeling of gratitude means to take nothing for granted, but to always seek out and value the kind that will stand behind the action. Nothing that is done for you is a matter of course. Everything originates in a will for the good, which is directed at you. Train yourself never to put off the word or action for the expression of gratitude.

Feltham:
Praise has different effects, according to the mind it meets with; it makes a wise man modest, but a fool more arrogant.

Chinese Proverb
When eating bamboo sprouts, remember the man who planted them.

Robert Flatt:
Thanksgiving like contentment is a learned attribute. The person who hasn’t learned to be content we will not be thankful for he lives with the delusion he deserves more or something better.

Kahlil Gibran:
Love has no desire but to fulfill itself
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.

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If we can not be the raging river,

let us be the essential drop,
the tiny detail that makes a difference,
the sublime particle that when added to others,
may help making endless seas.

What is a drop compared to the ocean?

Join together with the other…

And there is a fantastic whirlpool!

Erring on the side of love,
A righteous rabbit races on,
Salvaging what can be won,
Testing well what well might move,
Embracing what might evil prove
Rather than defending wrong.

Nicholas Gordon

Each of us must know You personally –
As friend or father, counselor, mentor, guide –
Someone we invite to come inside
That we might be Your witness literally,
Even of ourselves, though we may die,
Resurrected only eye-to-eye.

Nicholas Gordon

Easter is a time of love,
A time of death and pain undone,
So we may know the power of
The love that lives in everyone.
Each love we feel, unstained and free,
Redeems us–as with you and me.

Nicholas Gordon

Each finds happiness in each
As love combines two lives.
So does Christ combine us all,
Those that rise and those that fall,
Each as faith contrives,
Regardless of belief.

Nicholas Gordon

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Believe, believe in the power of love
To save us all from death and sin,
And God that way your heart will move.

Christ came to Earth to free us of
The state of vengeance we were in.
Believe, believe in the power of love

To change the heart from snake to dove,
To make dust bloom and goodness win,
And God that way your heart will move.

Christ arose from death to prove
That we a new life could begin.
Believe, believe in the power of love

To bring us to a life above,
A life of glory near to Him,
And God that way your heart will move.

Christ will all our sins remove
And make us feel His joy within.
Believe, believe in the power of love,
And God that way your heart will move.

Nicholas Gordon

Believe, believe in the power of love
To save us all from death and sin,
And God that way your heart will move.

Christ came to Earth to free us of
The state of vengeance we were in.
Believe, believe in the power of love

To change the heart from snake to dove,
To make dust bloom and goodness win,
And God that way your heart will move.

Christ arose from death to prove
That we a new life could begin.
Believe, believe in the power of love

To bring us to a life above,
A life of glory near to Him,
And God that way your heart will move.

Christ will all our sins remove
And make us feel His joy within.
Believe, believe in the power of love,
And God that way your heart will move.

Nicholas Gordon

Bless this day the joy of life,
The revelation of the flesh,
The paradise of man and wife
Joined to share the gift of bliss.

Bless this day the pain of life,
The passion that redeems the flesh,
The love between a man and wife
Beyond all agony and bliss.

Bless this day the end of life,
The peace within the dying flesh,
The bond between a man and wife
That long outlasts their bit of bliss.

Bless this day the whole of life,
The grace of being more than flesh,
The voyage of a man and wife
Across the mystery of bliss.

Nicholas Gordon

EASTER

I know the Summer fell asleep
Long weary months ago;
Heaped high above her grave I saw
The heavy winter snow;
Say, sparrow, then, what word you bring;
Is it her requiem you sing?

The meadow lark is mute, the wren
Forgets his late abode,
No throstle answering fluteth near,
Yet never prelude flowed
From ivied bosk or verdant slope
More brimming with delight and hope!

I, listening, seem to see the blooms
That were whilom so dear,
And voices loved and silent long
I, listening, seem to hear;
And longings in my breast confer,
And sweet, prophetic pulses stir.

“Thou lonely one,” they seem to say,
“Lost Summer shall return;

Wreathed in her shadowy tresses shall
The roses blissful burn;
Wan lilies at her feet shall lie,
And wind-flowers on her bosom sigh.

“Here, from this rough and lowly bed,
The little celandine
Shall lift her sunny glances to
The balmy eglantine;
And flags shall flaunt by yonder lake,
And fair Narcissus there awake.”

I know the Summer fell asleep
Long weary months ago;
But ah! all is not lost, poor heart,
That’s laid beneath the snow;
There wait, grown cold to care and strife,
Things costliest, dying into life:

All changes, but Life ceases not
With the suspended breath;
There is no bourne to Being, and
No permanence in Death;
Time flows to an eternal sea,
Space widens to Infinity!

Florence Earle Coates

Walker of Hope

“Walker of hope,
Where are you going, why do you insist,
for you do not reach
the limes of infinite?
Why do you insist on dreaming,
with an oasis to find,
in the damned desert?”

* * * * * *

.I am, for sure, a caminheiro
of hope, a truly
dreamer, full of faith.
I search for the sun, search for the moonlight,
Search for the deep of the sea,
I even search for the impossible.

Life is not a desert
And might have a right trail,
It depends on the traveler:
If he choses a safe harbour
To rest in the future,
Or a wandering destiny.

Walking matters most
Than the harbor to reach soon.

For the wisdom
Of a dreamer pilgrim
Does not consist on quickly reaching
His destiny.

It consists on the wish of wandering
Under the storm or over calm seas
Along the trails of hope
And, even if he wanders alone,
In appreciating
The beauties of the way.

Thank You, My Lord

I asked God for water so my thirst would quench…
He gave me rivers, lakes, rain and the sea…

I asked God for music, so my ears would be wrapped.
And by the sounds of nature, I heard birds sing.

I asked God for spectacles so I would feel amused…
And He showed me the lovely enchant of the sun at the dusk…

I asked for a mansion so an old dream would come true
And God embraced me with the arms of a friend.

I asked God for company, so I would not feel lonely…
And He gave me friends, pets and family affection.

I asked God for a remedy to stop my pain…
And he filled my life with pleasures and love…

I asked God the return of those who left us alone…
He showed me that the souls continue among us…

I therefore have nothing to ask You, my Lord…
For You make my deepest dreams come true:
You gave Earth everything that I need
And what my soul needs… is all over the infinite.

It is the dawn of our lives
As sunshine mornings,
Vibrant and colorful:
Our magic lighthouse

The very cloudy mornings
Are a miserable childhood
But the sunny ones,
Beautiful childhood.

The heat of the midday
Is the fervor of youth,
Explosions of joy,
Charms, vanity

It is when we feel
Half adult, half child,
Keeping mind full
Of passions and hope…

But the hour of twilight…
What a enchanted moment…
A time of discoveries
From the present and past…

It is the nightfall of life
This age was magic,
Splashed of fascination,
Love and nostalgia…

It is harvest time,
Product of experience,
When we enjoy
Lessons from our experience

If we go through life
Spreading vain works,
I will waste
Many afternoons and many mornings…

Therefore, through the whole route,
Let us rethink our lives,
So in the end of our existence
Not only waste will be left.

Do not build your path
As a misleading road
But an edifying one
A positive trajectory…