Hope in Silent Night

Snowy view in Carpathian Mountains, winter landscapes series.
In the quiet of December's embrace, I sit,
A silent night, wrapped in a wordless knit.

Moonbeams dance with tree lights so bright,
In the hush, a symphony of starlight.

Children slumber, their dreams unfold,
Yet my heart, in the silence, remains untold.

A plush red blanket, a comforting shroud,
I gaze through the window, in silence, endowed.

The wintry woods stand in tranquil repose,
As the night, like a river, silently flows.

How to find hope on this long, silent eve?
In the whispers of shadows, what stories weave?

I take a breath, seek solace in the still,
Yet my heart resists, an unquenchable thrill.

In the quiet, a journey to hope's soft light,
A dance with shadows on this silent night.

December 19, 2023
Created by
MarkWaldrop

Take Time

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Take time to stop and smell the roses,
Life rushes by as the door closes.
In the bloom of red, the softest hue,
Lies a moment waiting just for you.

The world may spin with endless haste,
But joy is found in moments chased.
A petal’s curve, a fragrant breeze,
A quiet pause beneath the trees.

Take time to hear the robin’s song,
To watch the clouds drift slow and long.
For beauty whispers, soft and sweet,
In every corner, at your feet.

The roses wait, their story untold,
A fleeting treasure, more precious than gold.
So pause, be still, let the world compose
Take time to stop and smell the rose.

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MarkWaldrop

Small Things

It’s the smallest things that make a life,
A whispered word, a softened strife.
A glance, a touch, a fleeting smile,
Moments that linger, just for a while.

The morning light through windowpanes,
The rhythm of softly falling rain.
A child’s laughter, a warm embrace,
The quiet joy of a familiar face.

The scent of bread, the bloom of spring,
A songbird’s call, the joy they bring.
A cup of tea, a hand to hold,
The warmth that lingers when nights are cold.

It’s not the grand, the loud, the bold,
But tiny threads of silver and gold
That weave the tapestry of our days,
Binding hearts in intricate ways.

So cherish the little, the small, the slight,
The glow of stars on a quiet night.
For life is built on these gentle things—
A world of whispers, where meaning sings.

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MarkWaldrop

A Vessel for Him

I am called to live, not for my own acclaim,
But to bear the light of His holy name.
A perfect bond with God I seek,
To let His strength shine through my weak.

Not admiration for who I appear to be,
But a yearning for Him through what others see.
For thoughts of self are chains that bind,
Hindering the work of the divine.

God’s purpose isn’t a showcase display,
But a vessel refined for His chosen way.
Not polished pride, but a heart made pure,
To carry His message, steadfast, sure.

So I surrender, let Him take control,
Molding my life to fulfill His goal.
Whatever He asks, wherever He leads,
I trust in His plan; He meets my needs.

Lord, make me useful, humble, and true,
A mirror of grace that reflects only You.
For when I am nothing, Your power is known,
Through me, may Your glory alone be shown.

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MarkWaldrop

Holy Spirit of Christmas

The Holy Spirit of Christmas came to us long ago,
When in a humble manger, divine love began to glow.
A baby born in Bethlehem, a gift from Heaven above,
Sent by our gracious Father, a token of His love.

For those who seek and welcome Him within,
The Holy Spirit of Christmas breaks the chain of sin.
It lives within us daily, a light that never fades,
Guiding, comforting, and strengthening in life’s trials and charades.

Oh, the Spirit of Christmas, pure and bright,
Fills our hearts with hope, joy, and light.
It whispers peace in the quiet of night,
And shines through faith with heavenly might.

So let us honor the miracle of that sacred morn,
When the Savior of the world to us was born.
Through every season, let His Spirit remain,
Living in our hearts, again and again.

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MarkWaldrop

Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
It brings back Memories of yesteryear 

The wonderful times when I was a kid
Mom and Dad kept me very near

Pressing my nose to the window pane, searching for a glimpse of the Red light
Seeing what I thought was the Star of Bethlehem Shining so Bright

I knew Santa’s first stop was Bethlehem 
To bring gifts to the Great, I Am

The Love Santa has in His Heart for all the children in the world
Comes from his Maker above with His Love unfurled

Keep the Love of God and the Spirit of Santa close to you today 
We bow our heads and thank Him for the Love He sent our way. 

December 6, 2022
Mark Waldrop

Not Alone

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Sometimes, when shadows cloud our day,
We don’t need words to light the way.
No questions asked, no answers sought,
Just quiet company, deeply thought.

A presence near, no need to speak,
No solutions offered, no wisdom to seek.
For feelings twist and turn and ache,
And understanding sometimes takes its break.

The burden is ours, too heavy to share,
Yet their silent warmth shows they care.
They sit, they stay, without demand,
Their quiet strength, a steady hand.

No “You’re not alone” needs to be said,
The comfort’s in their stillness instead.
For in that moment, with them near,
The weight feels lighter, the world less severe.

Sometimes, a breath, a touch, a glance,
Is all it takes to shift the stance.
Not alone—that truth’s enough,
To remind us we’re held, even when life’s tough.

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Peace Eternal

We must make a choice, both firm and clear,
To seek what God holds ever dear.
A deliberate path, a faithful quest,
To align our hearts with what is best.

When problems rise, perplexing, vast,
And the shadows of doubt begin to cast,
Pause and ask, with a heart sincere,
“Is this what Christ would hold near?”

Does this reflect His mercy, His grace,
Or the world’s pull, its fleeting embrace?
Is it love, or pride, that guides my hand?
Is it His truth, or shifting sand?

For the spirit opposed will lead astray,
Whispering lies to darken the way.
But Christ’s light shines, steadfast, true,
Revealing the path we are called to pursue.

So choose each moment, with faith refined,
To fix your heart, your soul, your mind.
On what brings glory to His name,
And honors the One who forever reigns.

A deliberate life, a heart aligned,
With God’s desires, His grand design.
For in His purpose, we’ll always find,
Peace eternal, both pure and kind.

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MarkWaldrop

The Day’s Final Victory

Finally in bed, the battles cease,
A fleeting moment of quiet peace.
The pillow whispers its softest lore,
While the blanket shields like a closing door.

The world spins on; it can wait its turn,
For now, there’s no need to fret or yearn.
Dreams await in their gentle embrace,
A sanctuary from life’s frantic pace.

So close your eyes, let the darkness dwell,
Good night, dear heart, and sleep so well.
Tomorrow will come with its trials anew,
But for now, the night belongs to you.

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MarkWaldrop

Thankful 

My life isn’t perfect, but that’s okay,
I wake with gratitude every day.
Though storms may gather, skies may gray,
I find the light along the way.

The dreams I chased, not all came true,
Yet blessings abound, both old and new.
A roof, a meal, a warm embrace,
Love surrounds me in every space.

Perfection’s a shadow, a fleeting thing,
But joy is found in the song I sing.
In simple moments, my heart takes flight,
Grateful for the gifts in plainest sight.

For every trial, a lesson learned,
For every loss, a love returned.
The road is rugged, the journey steep,
But in my soul, God’s peace I keep.

So here I stand, both flawed and free,
Thankful for all that’s given to me.
Perfect or not, I take my stand,
A grateful heart, a life in hand.

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MarkWaldrop