The scent of Christmas

by Rebecca Clifford, Caledonia Grandma smelled of cinnamon. She had a great shelf of a bosom just right for the … Continue reading The scent of Christmas

Time

by Marie Leone Time has no beginning and has no end. It weaves through eternity like a fine thread. Speeding … Continue reading Time

I see Him in the blossom, In the way spring meadows show new green. I feel His touch in an … Continue reading Poet reflecting …

by Rebecca Clifford Who were the magi? What gifts do they bring, Priceless and rare, befitting a king? Why did … Continue reading Our Jesus is Come

by Rebecca Clifford Hush little boy, I’ll warm Your bed A downy pillow for Your head. So soft and gentle … Continue reading Hush Little Boy

by Victoria Baldwin Into a world that’s lost, drowning in night Is born a child, a beacon of hope and … Continue reading A Gift Divine