Christmas Journey


In the darkness
Wandering,
They travel
Because they must,
A new family
Leaving home,
Only their faith
Gives them strength,
Only their faith
Keeps them obedient,

An unfamiliar land
Holds few landmarks,
A distant light
Beckons them,
Growing brighter
It leads them onward,
Only the light
Rekindles their faith,
Only the light
Guides them to the manger.

© 2022 Maggie Grimes

Christmas Faith

Close your eyes to the night
The year’s past fear daunting
Replaced with hope,
Breathe
The battle long won
The darkness vanquished
In faithful belief,
The light of Love unfailing,

The star heralds the Babe
Illuminating the night
Shattering the darkness,
Rejoice
Angel choirs exalt
The prophecy fulfilled
Truth made flesh
Love’s light born undying.

© 2022 Maggie Grimes

Christmas Gift

He sleeps, nestled in the sweet hay, wrapped in soft rags. The stable is quiet, warmed by the hushed breathing of cattle, sheep, and donkey. Resting beside the Babe his mother marvels at her miracle. Like a fortress, the strong arms of his father encircle them.

Babe though he is, it seems he smiles in his sleep.

He leaves heaven and its riches behind. He comes to be of earth, to be part of us all. He is with us now and for all time.

© 2022 Maggie Grimes

Nollaig Shona Dhuit

Now and always,
May you have
The Hope that inspires,
Love that warms,
The Peace promised
And the Light that illumines
Through any darkness.

May your Christmas be joyous
and your New Year Blessed!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Marguerite Jane Grimes
2022

The title is Irish for Merry Christmas.(Null-ig hun-ah gwit)

Fómhar

Summer’s pyre
Flaming against a crystal sky
Winds whirling
Feeding, scattering
Dying flames
Of promise,
Cailleach’s cloak
Of brief splendor
Woven from summer’s bounty
Death’s bright herald
To welcome winter’s sleep
By glorious revel.

© 2022, Maggie Grimes

The painting was inspired by a photos of Foley’s Bridge in County Down, Northern Ireland. MJG

Old Bridey and the Vixen

Summer’s ripe,
Days loath the yielding to night
So rousing early,

Old Bridey stirs,
She’ll be out soon
Tending her day,

If she sees me,
Mist soft
She’ll speak,

She’ll wish me good morn,
Then share the village gossip
As she works,

Bridey will remind me
I must leave her hens alone,
I always do (unless they stray),

We are comfortable together,
Old bones warming in the sun
With our shared memories,

Our babes born and grown,
Seeking their own adventures
Still loved and missed,

Stretching I rise,
Knowing Bridey’s Blessing
I stalk the hidden mouse.

© 2022, Maggie Grimes

I look at a lot of photos of Ireland which inspires much of my art and poetry. One was of a fox which reminded me of the one that I sometimes see. We share quiet communications in our solitary tasks; I tending the horse and the fox its survey for it’s lawful prey. We are comfortable with the other’s presence. MJG

Family

It’s Christmas
And family grows closer,
Memories, stories sharing
Cherished and renewed,
Ties of heart and time
Enrich and nourish,
Past darkness, hurts fading
The light of love growing,
Scattered lives joining
So different and yet the same,
We come together
We are family.

May your Christmas be merry and your New Year blessed!

Marguerite Jane Grimes
Christmas, 2021

Tears of Eriu

I wept for you
My sons
My daughters,

Ragged, starving
Hounded from the land
Grieving its loss,

I cast you free
My daughters
My sons,

Strong stories
Wild music soaring
Guiding through the dark,

I blessed you
My sons
My daughters,

Long years labor
With hearts undaunted
Home remembering,

I welcome you
My daughters
My sons.

© 2021 Maggie Grimes

Fastnet  Lighthouse is the westernmost of Irish land, the last sight of home for so many Irish  emigrants. It is known as Ireland’s Teardrop. Eriu wept with her children.MJG

Imbolc

Little springtime
Are Nature’s blessings
That brush aside
Winter’s tousled hair
Clearing her wild eyes,

Brief, bright moments
Of stolen sweetness
And cherished warmth
While harsh winter rests
Her frigid labors,

Such stillness calls
The battered spirits
From their struggles
To bask reveling
In warm caresses,

Little springtimes
Are Nature’s blessings
Intimacies
When Earth delights
In shivering pleasure.

© 2021 Maggie Grimes
The first of February is celebrated as Imbolc, the beginning of spring. Although Brighid, Dagda’s daughter is bright and eager for fresh beginnings, frigid Cailleach doesn’t let go easily. Still, early blooms peep through the snow, eager for life. MJG
 

Christmas Joy

Winter’s darkness blankets
A broken world,
Fear, hatred and grief
Familiar companions,
But not forever
Even in this abyss
A spark burns,

He lives
Indomitable hope
Refusing defeat,
Upholding, empowering,
He lives
The light unquenchable
Love eternal,

Rejoice and be glad. His light vanquishes all darkness.

© 2020 Maggie Grimes


Have a loving and Merry Christmas
and a blessed and Happy New Year

Maggie Jane Grimes
Christmas 2020

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