Christmas Begins

© 2015 by P Michael Biggs

Mary and Joseph started Christmas you know.

They brought the first gift.

They were willing participants.

They wrapped the first gift.

Theirs were the first earthly hands that touched God’s face

When He was born on that first Christmas morn.

The wrappings weren’t as lovely as today’s wrappings.

They were coarse and thin.

But they warmed the baby.

They wrapped God’s Son.

What all was wrapped up in that baby’s birth?

Mary and Joseph didn’t fully know.

But they trusted the story

And they cared for their child

The shepherds brought adoration and joy

The wise men laid their gifts before the boy

And we, what do we bring?

The perfect gift would be our hearts of gratitude

That is enough.

A Thanksgiving Thought

© 2015 by P Michael Biggs

It’s Thanksgiving

The obvious is to pause and give thanks

The easy is to say the usual words and phrases

But what amount of reflection is in our thanks

I reflect on present times of joy and esteem

I sense great love from the one I love

My belly is full and my health is stable

My life is in order and I have no regrets

For tomorrow, I will give thanks, though it is unseen

For next week, I’ll go where my path leads and hold forth joy

For my friends, I will greet them with joy and smiles and love in my heart

For the rest of my life, I will pause and reflect and offer thanks

For the small, the mundane, the large and looming,

I am thankful …

On Thanksgiving, and the day after

And in the bleak mid-winter

And in the sunshine

May we always pause and give great Thanks!

What Happened to Morning

 © 2015 by P Michael Biggs

Photo courtesy of Ken Sjodin Photography

What happened to morning

It was dark when I started

It was quiet and undisturbed

It was a lovely morning

The sun has risen

A new day comes

The traffic increases

I miss those first moments

Of a new day at dawn

We have plans, agendas

Places to go, errands to run

Family to see, busy busy busy

But I love the morning quiet

Can I come again

Oh quiet morning time

Can we meet tomorrow

Or next week

Or maybe next weekend

I love your stillness

I love your quiet

I love your gentle morning light

That brings day to my night

Happy

© 2015 by P Michael Biggs

Coffee, tea or me

Sometimes I like all three

Coffee is for my brain

Tea is for my pain

And me, I like being me

I’m a happy soul

Happiness is my goal

If I grow sad

I’ll soon be glad

And I’ll again be whole

Life is good it seems

I have good goals and dreams

And if I fail

On life I won’t bale

I’ll find a new theme and dream

I am happy now

Someday I’ll tell you how

In the grand scheme of things

I have found my inner spring

You can tell by the smile on my brow

Sickly Sid

© 2015 by P Michael Biggs

Sickly Sid was a kid

You wanna know what Sickly Sid did?

He went to Madrid

And that’s where he hid

That’s what Sickly Sid did

Sickly Sid tried to rid

Himself of his ills

He took his pills

He paid his bills

But Sickly Sid was still ill

Sickly Sid looked bad

In his pj’s of plaid

His face looked sad

Sometimes he looked mad

That’s why Sickly Sid looked bad

One day Sid got well

Once again he looked swell

He did not smell

Or hide in his shell

Nor tell what made him well

We think he ate garlic and dill