FROM THE BRANCHES
By Frances Judge
Memories dangle
from the branches
of our decked-out tree;
gold bead garland
snakes around
treasures hung
haphazardly—
Backwards and
tangled
Popsicle stick
squares,
sprinkled with
glitter, frame silly boy smiles,
laughter I could
hold forever,
blessings worth
tears and trials,
And whispered
prayers
Some decorations
span three
generations; one Wise Man persevered;
though his orange
robe tattered,
his gift will
still be revered—
Calls for celebration
Ruby ballet shoes,
trimmed with gold
ribbon from the year of pink lace;
Crystal girl
angels declare
the great gift of
God’s grace.
Share the good
news
Displayed at the
core,
a special glass
ball, painted a violet night;
Messiah sleeps in
a stable,
cradled beneath
divine light.
“O come let us
adore…”
Memories transcend
time, from the
branches of our love-filled veins,
displaying gifts
of thankfulness
to our Savior,
Christ who reigns.
His love never
ends
“For
God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him
should not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16
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