Quote week II

Christmas for the First Time Again

By Jill Marshall-Work

You wander in wonder, your eyes open wide.
You cherish the magic adults take in stride.
In your fresh exuberance I realize
I see Christimas for the first time again through your eyes.
You sing bits of tunes about Santa and snow.
You hum hints of carols wherever you go.
Your laughter reminds me to stop and rejoice--
I hear Christmas for the first time again through your voice.
You dash to the window to catch reindeer dancing on snow.
While candles surround you, your bright smile eclipses their glow.
My heart takes a snapshot to capture the joy you impart.
My child, you're the reason this holiday season
will always remain in my heart.
You live in the moment, as most children do.
Allow me to savor each moment with you.
Together we'll celebrate wishes come true--
I'll know Christmas for the first time again with you.


I owe you nothing
I give to you
Love
Fidelity
Trust

You owe me nothing
You give to me
Family
Belonging
Connectedness


Owing brings forth
resentment
debt


and when it's paid
it's final


Giving offers
warmth
love
joy


and it is never done
it is always held close to the heart
-- Eun Mi on IAT

We Pray for Children


We pray for children who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
who like to be tickled,
who stomp in puddles and ruin their new pants,
who sneak popsicles before supper, who erase holds in math workbooks,
who never can find their shoes....
And we pray for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire,
who can't bounce down the street in a new pair of sneakers,
who never "counted potatoes,"
who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead,
who never go to the circus,
who live in an X-rated world.
We pray for children who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
who cover themselves with Band-Aids and sing off key,
who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
who slurp their soup....
And we pray for those who never get dessert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean up,
who pictures are not on anyone's dresser,
whose monsters are real...
We pray for children who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed and never rinse out the tub,
who love visits from the tooth fairy,
who don't like to be kissed in front of the school bus,
who squirm in church or temple and scream in the phone....
And we pray for those whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
who live and move, but have no being.
We pray for children who want to be carried,
for those who must,
for those we never give up on,
for those who don't have a second chance
for those we smother
....and those who will grab the hand of anyone kind enough to offer it.
--- Ina J Hughes © 1985 & 1995