Ellen Bartlett

WHO IS THERE TO HEAR

No one reads my thoughts,
No one hears this music in my heart.
No one sees my tears,
No one looks into my eyes to meet my soul.
No one says hello with a smile…
No one, no one cares to lend a hand.

The wind rushes in, the storm rages on,
But no one hears, no one listens.

Time wraps its arms around my heart,
And whispers to be still…listen.
Love floats down on a feather
Swirling round my feet…feel.
Faith comes rushing in like the tide,
Washing doubt and fear deep in the sand…believe.

The wind rushes in, the storm rages on…
Will you hear? Will you listen?

- Ellen Louise Bartlett (C) 2008

by Laura Spatz

Three Stages

Twelve years ago, a baby whistled at the tree,
A kindergarten girl looked for Santa,
A double-digit son squirmed in his disbelief.

Today the baby bounces a basketball,
The girl whirls through classes and parties,
The son again endures a transition stage.

But Christmas continues to shine,
Little angels sing as lovely as ever,
Christ still comes.

Laura M. Spatz

by Ellen Barlett

Every year a sleigh ride I take...
This time, this year, a solemn bumpy ride.
I had no one to warm me, no hand to feel secure.
The snow began to fall, as did my tears coincide.
The agonizing silence, the loneliness all numbing...
Yet startled by the winterish forest,
I strained to hear ... hope.
The church bells distant call,
stronger with each hoof step.
I heard the carole joyous,
sparking cheer beneath the snow...
melting an icy heart into a Christmas glow.
Memories falling like snowflakes.

Ellen Bartlett

by Julie Williams

Winter's Twilight

In that silken hour of twilight

Betwixt silent night and yawning day

The prairie hills and midnight sky

Met upon horizon's bower.

The moon bent low

With streaming hair

To lay her lips

Upon the hills below;

Then reaching outward

Through the heavens

She flung her diamonds

'cross the fields of snow.

Julie Williams 2006