The Writer's Poem

"Pencil shavings and dust,
Papers strewn about the floor,
Books lie open on the desk,
Smiles the silent keeper near the door.
What a home,
An abode to cherish,
The writer’s desk,
Ideas quickly flourish.
We sit, we sing,
We sigh, we think,
It’s the writer’s paper,
With imagination and ink.
Time is all the writer needs,
Time is all we ask,
With silent lips and ready mind,
We go about our beloved task."

---Briar Frost

My Beloved Shore

"My Beloved Shore"

“The wind and the waves,
The sigh of the sea,
The dust of the earth,
And the moon through the trees.
How I long for the touch,
Of the sand ‘neath my feet,
How I long for the crag,
Where I’ll take my seat.
Where the gulls cry above,
And where the salt-spray flies,
This is the tune of my home,
This is where I will lie.
The songs of the water,
And the songs of the beach,
One day on the shores,
Of my beloved home I’ll reach.
Where the waves sing their song,
And the wind softly hums,
There is where he’ll wait,
‘Till on the ship I will come.
But for now I must rest,
On the floor, cold and damp,
But in my dreams I will dream,
Of where at night you shall camp.
There on the shores,
On the rocks and near the sea,
I will soon reach my home,
Where my heart will ever be!”

----Briar Frost

The Snow Globe

The world turned upside down for the small porcelain characters as snow began making its slow way around and about the singing carolers. The picture of the big, lit-up house behind the three people was something that would cause a small child to stare at for ages. Children would gather around the beautiful snow-globe and watch in awe as their Mother would once again flip the scene upside down and create the snow-particles to float in a rhythmic way around the "closed-in" characters. The picture inside was beautiful, something that all children would wish they could enter. If only they could stand near the three stationary singers in the world of white and wait until someone came by and made the world snow once again. Perhaps if they could truly enter into this world they could run up to the picture-house and really enter inside. What travels through a child's mind many times travels through the minds of older people as well. Perhaps this is the reason for Mother to continue turning the globe upside down after the snow had fallen to the bottom of the snow globe... she too was enjoying the thought of dwelling inside this perfect world.

Suddenly Mother turns the globe upside down again, but this time she turns the nob on the bottom of the stand. After four short winding turns the globe is set down and the glorious musick begins. The children, and Mother included, are now in awe over the snow globe world. Perhaps the man inside the globe, which standing beside the singing woman, is truly playing the beautiful musick on his accordion. The world seemed to come alive after the musick began. More enter the room to watch and listen , enraptured by this small, delicate side-table decoration. The musick continues and the snow falls along with it. Those outside the snow globe only wish they had what was inside.

How many times do passerbys stop and glance into our lives, wondering what exactly is going on? They stand and watch for some time, viewing the way we carry ourselves, how we speak to those around us, or just our everyday life. We don't notice them watching and carry on with our life... but they are there looking inside. We continue our life singing our song, writing our tale, but to what end?

Is the beautiful musick that chimed from the glorious snow globe calling out to others from inside of us? Are they now watching not only with curious eyes but watching with awe? Are they enraptured with the song that we sing, and with the tale that we tell? Is our song truly from something greater than this world?

Once we begin to play the song of righteousness and allow the beautiful, pure snow to fall about us as a covering for our sins others will no longer look on us as any other person in the world. They will look with wonder and their heart will fill with longing. No longer will they want the life they lead, but they will stare into our life of glory and realize that there is something much great, and something much bigger that is guiding and directing our walk. What a glorious way to speak to others about the joy that we have than living it through our lives!