Mary and Jo part 2

To day is the second day of Advent, leading up to Christmas. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry.

Mares looked so comfy asleep upon the couch the lady in reception smiled and told them let her rest she would close her eyes to this and make a rare exception.
The security guard said to Jo let’s let the lady rest I’ll show you my room I think that is for the best. The two of them went through the door that was marked with “Staff” and when Jo was shown the the room he was so relieved he laughed.
It was not very big  but it was cosy and clean there was a big sofa, a TV, a fridge and a washing machine. The security man’s name was David, Jo learned when they introduced themselves. He told Jo to make himself at home and help himself to any of the DVDs on the shelf.
Left alone Jo took some time to collect his thoughts, the strange events of the last few months that had bought them to this point. It all began when he  met this stranger in his local bar, the guy’s name was Gabriel and he had come from afar. He seemed to know Mares very well and spoke highly of her he asked Jo to listen to the facts he had to tell. Let us walk and talk he said.

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Now Gabriel had told Jo that Mares was expecting a baby and that he, Jo, was going to take her on as she was a special lady. Jo was rather shocked at what he was hearing, the baby was not his so why should he be caring? Gabriel told Jo don’t make a rash decision this child will be the son of God as foretold in a vision.
The government, Gabriel said,would demand a census and everyone had to return to their town of birth and that no matter what they did Bethlehem would see this baby’s birth. Why him Jo had asked, okay he knew and liked the girl but he was not sure if he was ready or even up to the task. Gabriel said not to worry and that all would be well. So there you go though Jo, with a rye smile, for now there was no more to tell.

2015

Hello  everyone  I have  missed  you all  and  I am not  really  back  yet! But I  really  want  to wish  you all  the  very  very  best  for  the  New Year!

❤     ❤             ❤       ❤

I miss  you  all and I  will be  back  soon!!

And now we stand on the brink of the New Year.

Exposed,open hearted, eyes wide hiding our fear.

Take that first step into no man’s land

Be brave and strong I am here at hand.

Who knows where tomorrow will take us.

Will it be joy or sorrow or will the monotony take us?

The leap of fate can for no one wait

So come lets fly before it is too late.

Happy New Year | Shah Rukh Khan | Arijit Singh | Shreya Ghoshal

ABBA

Rob Stewart

Lost Faith Found

Tell me hope what brings  you so low

What is  this grief  that has  brought you so.

Why  have you forsaken the meaning of  your name

Can you not see that brings on you the darkest  shame.

 

I am broken I am lost  I am too tired to go on

I carried the the world and its angst for too long.

Once my darling  Faith on my left did stand

Upon my right  was Charity who held my hand.

 

But why dear Hope have you given in.

Without you, despair and grief will win.

You cannot forsake this world

No matter the trials that at you are hurled.

 

I am exhausted I can not go on

Without Faith and Charity it all seems wrong.

I weep for  me and I weep for the world

I weep for my wings I can no longer unfurl.

 

Listen Hope you must  not loose Faith  or Charity

You  belong together, you make a trinity.

I believe that they are both near

You can reach them if you ignore  your fear.

 

I don’t know if I can trust you or if what you say is true .

Can you give me a sign, can you show  me what to do.

If Faith and Charity are near

Show  me how to bring them here

 

Here sweet Hope take  my hand

Feel who I am , then you will understand.

Put all your belief in me

Accept  my love and  Faith and Charity.

Please Hope  don’t  give in keep within the trinity

Find  strength in Faith,Hope and Charity.

 

NaBloPoMo: Little Mae and Polar Bear.

Little Mae played as the Winter Queen looked on

Polar Bear  relaxed  as he listened  to her song.

He told  the Queen  that he had taken  Little Mae

To the forest , she promised  there she’d stay.

Polar Bear told  the Queen  the witch  had killed the King.

So he took  Little Mae he thought  to run was  the best thing.

The witch  could not stop them but she put on them a spell

She  made  Little Mae fairy  sizes and made him a Bear as well.

Suddenly Bear jumped up  all ready  to attack

He rushed  forward toward his charge  he fears she is in danger.

He  sees a figure  all of lights, wait calls  the Queen That is no stranger.

That is her father’s  spirit  come to bid her farewell , he has broke part of the witches spell.

Polar Bear  and the Queen watch as the  figure of light

Joins  hand  with Little Mae  and  their  soul  unite

Tears run  down Little Maes  beautiful face

The  figure of light  wipes  them away then kisses her  with gentle grace.

Before Polar Bear  can  salute  his master he is gone without a trace.

Bear is  sad  but Little Mae  rushes over and hugs him, in his  fur, she buries her face.

No more  sadness says  the Winter Queen, no more  fear together

We will put things  to rights and banish  that wicked witch  forever.

TO BE CONTINUED.

Mary and Jo part3

Mares was gently sleeping, her breathing slow and thin yet inside her head, her brain was still in a spin. Just like Jo she was thinking back to when all this did begin.

She was in her room alone late at night when suddenly this stunning young man appeared,  it gave her such a fright. Before she could say a word he gently touched her mouth he smiled at her and all her questions and fears flew south.

Who are you and why are you here there will be trouble if my parents hear. Again he smiled and then he said the strangest thing she had ever heard “Hail Mary full of Grace” Mares eyes wide open stared into this strange man’s face.

He beckoned her to come near and then he whispered in her ear. Well he said the most outlandish things. He told he was an angel he even showed her his wings. A messenger from God was he, and Mary was pregnant  Just how could that be.

Gentle Mary you must not fear I told you God has sent me here, you alone have been chosen from all of womanhood to bare a son who will save the world by dying for them, that did not sound so good. The angel ask Mary if what he had said was clear, she was quiet and full of fear.

Things will not be easy the angel knew and many would point the finger at Mary it’s true. This was such an important things she had to do. Mary had not been pleased and asked just how she was to be with child , you are already the angel smiled.

The next month was no fun, her parents did not believe their daughter and friends thought her mad so she was shunned.Then one afternoon her friend Jo asked her to share his life he would love the child and her if she would be his wife. Mary asked if he believed her story was true he said he did and he had met an angel too. And so their strange story had begun .

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