Francy's New Morning

BORN TO US by Frances Judge So simple to love The swaddled infant in my arms with his baby breath, a whisper of wind, warming my skin; the echo of angels’ praise Beating my heart in the stillness of the night. So simple to love The toddler teetering on wobbly toes, falling into my embrace, I could hold forever. A divine gift, the joy of my soul, to be shared. Golden leaves release their grip; a determined breeze lays the pile on prickly grass at His feet, prepared for sacrificial love. So simple to love the one we named Jesus. I try to shield my young son from the rain but cannot. It is persistent, planned. And he grows; Angels breathed the Father’s blessing long ago; Hidden behind hazel eyes, my son’s mind holds the universe; in time to be revealed, a promise from the first birth, my womb was blessed to carry. So simple to love the one who is love Bare branches point bony fingers, catching snowflakes,  the b...

  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, displa...