At Christmas we celebrate the birth Of the Son Of God who came to Earth Our Saviour, Lord, Holy One, Messiah The King Of Kings to lift us higher
As many names, as ways to show He came to teach us how to grow A Prince Of Peace, The Lord Of All Would we listen and heed His call?
The Lamb Of God, Chosen One, a Rock A Good Shepherd tending His flock The Way, The Truth And The Life Light Of The World to heal all strife
I Am, the Alpha and Omega A pure essence, He was eager To show the truth ‘Emmanuel’ Means ‘God is with us,’ He came to tell
The Nazarene, the King Of Jews He led the way, but we can choose Our thoughts and belief in His way His Unconditional Love is here to stay
Now two thousand years have gone by Since the Son Of Man from on High Walked His Earthly path in physicality Yeshua, a blessed guide for you and me
Trina Graves – 10th December 2018
About This Poem
I definitely wanted to write some new poems for this Christmas and after writing a couple on handmade gifts I knew I needed to write one that focused on the actual reason we celebrate Christmas. I also didn’t want to write one that was too long so that I could use it for my Christmas card.
Making myself a cup of coffee before settling down to write, I gave the poem some thought and knew I wanted to start it with ‘At Christmas time we celebrate the birth of Jesus who came to Earth’ so I quickly jotted that down before I forgot!
Sat drinking my coffee I was thinking how I have recently felt more comfortable with the name Jeshua instead of Jesus, so I Googled names for Jesus and decided to write a list of the ones I found that appealed to me. There were twenty one, with so many to choose from I thought I might be able to include a few of these in the poem. Interestingly, Jeshua didn’t come up but Yeshua did.
Once I was ready to start I prayed and asked for guidance (as I usually do) but this time I also asked for guidance from Jeshua and began to feel very emotional. Not wanting to get caught up in the tears (of joy) that I could feel surfacing, I gave thanks and started to write. The list of names was beside me and I knew straight away to use ‘Son Of God’ in the opening sentence (rather than Jesus). Although I had previous ideas about some of the things I wanted to cover in the poem, I now knew that this poem was going to include many of these names. I looked at the long list and thought there was no way I could do an inspirational rhyming poem with all these names that wasn’t too long! Of course, my doubts were soon cleared as the words flowed, and it wasn’t too long before I realized every one was used, including the meaning of Emmanuel which I had also noted. Writing the last verse it dawned on me that I hadn’t added to the original list: Jesus and Christ, but then knew this was obviously the title.
The next day I posted a Christmas poem I’d written in 2016. I hadn’t read this poem since last Christmas so I was surprised when I read the first sentence: ‘Christmas is the time we celebrate the birth of the Son of God brought down to our Earth.’ My first thoughts were, no wonder that sentence came into my head and now I’ll have to change the new poem. But, after thinking more about it, I thought does it really matter?
Christmas Blessings of Love, Peace & Joy to you and all your loved ones.
I give you this gift Intending it to lift You, as it did me In the making, you see..
All the hours that went Into this present I sent My thoughts were of you And the time really flew
Love was in my heart Right from the very start As for you, I truly care My love, I want to share
The true power of thought Is not so often taught
What we do, and do not see
Everything is an Energy
Imbued in this small thing Is the joy that you bring To me, when I think of you And my love is in there too
With this gift, I impart A pure energy from my heart Love & Light, powerful rays May God bless you, always
Trina Graves – 10th December 2018
About This Poem
I had already written ‘A Handmade Christmas’ a few days earlier, but what I thought I could use as a short poem to give at Christmas turned into something way-too-long, but I was happy with it, so I knew I needed to write another!
With the intention of writing something that conveyed the thoughts that go into making something for someone you love, and the power of thought, this poem was also short enough for me to make into tags for my handmade Christmas gifts.
As each generations continues on The hype of Christmas seems to grow But some simple things never change.. Children never-endingly hope for snow
My aged parents reminisce the stories Of their innocent childhood days Delighted with one or two gifts, and An orange in their stocking always
It’s a natural feeling wanting to provide Your children with all you possibly can My siblings and I had a several more gifts A wonderful Christmas, as always, the plan
With my little Angels the trend continued My husband and I strived to give them more It began with a large sack full of presents As years passed they overflowed to the floor
I would always make some of the gifts Knitting and sewing I thoroughly enjoyed Dolls clothes; a favourite, made many times Winter evenings I was merrily employed
But back then I never gave it a thought To the seeds I unknowingly planted Into their open, fertile young minds A need for more was being started
And now with my grandchildren I can see Especially when money is short, it’s tough To provide all they feel they should give The spiral.. will it ever be enough?
Over the years I continued making some gifts As with each new blessing my family grew An often challenge to make-ends-meet Creating handmade presents saw me through
But in recent times I’ve pondered more on The effects, what I’d change if I could live Those Christmases all over again So, this is the advise I would give…
Ditch the relentless consumerism Impregnated into the mind Insistent, but only about the sell A relief and freedom you will find
Simplify your Christmas Focus on the love and joy Being together and having fun Instill this in every girl and boy
Only give them a few presents You’ll be planting the purest seeds Of gratitude, love and acceptance That simplicity fulfills all their needs
Make as many gifts as you can Developing your own creativity Time spent is a worthwhile investment In yourself, you’ll soon clearly see
Everything in life is made of energy Even objects can contain our thought Making gifts with love enhances them Much more than anything ever bought
When creating for that special person Always work with love in your heart Enjoy the process of your making Your higher vibration you will impart
Children truly learn from example Easily accepting the way you show Teach them the joy of simple giving Their hearts will bloom and grow
All ages of children can take part In creating something for those they love A hand drawn around, or simple picture Giving easily rises them above
I know now I would cherish such gifts, from Children & grandchildren through the years A treasured collection all made with love Would bring joyous memories and a few tears
It’s never too late to start This poem is not a lament If these words ring true to you Take action on your intent!
Trina Graves – 6th December 2018
About This Poem
As the poem tells, I have been thinking of what I would change about the Christmases of my past, not that I regret anything because I know that I did the best I could with what I knew at that time, but more as to how I would advise future generations.
The commercial side of Christmas has infiltrated so deeply into our lives and influences all ages, putting so much pressure on everyone who celebrates Christmas to buy more and do more, in an ever-increasing amount.
In my poem I was focusing on the gift side of Christmas, but I have just read a wonderful post from EarthSkyAir: Solstice that mentions an over-the-top light display nearby, and it reminded me of how, not only do the outside house decorations get bigger every year (in a seeming competition to do the most) but also I’m stunned to see Christmas trees and decorations up inside homes as soon as we begin December!
As EarthSkyAir so wisely says: “The awesomeness of our universe shows us so plainly that love itself remains the truly treasured gift in our lives.
It’s beyond amazing, the gifts we’ve been given. Who needs to go shopping? Let’s just pause and be astonished by what we have.”
Profound words of simple truth, I’ll leave it at that!
My Christmas: As A Child When I was a little girl Christmas was so very exciting Counting days and wondering what Santa would bring I loved dolls, books and writing equipment best of all It seems my path was set from when I was so small
A picture of Father Christmas always went up on the wall Two weeks before Christmas Day, Santa watched over us all The picture had been given to my dad when he was a baby Santa wrote in his pocket books who was good or naughty
On Christmas morning nanny (Evelyn) would be with us Watching the opening of presents and just to make a fuss Of her grandchildren who she only had a short time to be with Passing when I was six, in my heart she will always live
Once I had a huge present from my uncle who lived next door Boxes within boxes revealed a present that was so small I don’t remember how old I was, but I loved the cross and chain The excitement and the beautiful gift, happy memories remain
The nativity story always fascinated me, I read it many times At school I was so proud to be the Angel, and given many lines My mother made my robe with wings for me to hold up so high Another year, to a class I was the mother making a mince pie
One of my favourite things to do was singing in the choir Christmas carols, full of joy, I know now, lifted me higher What made it more special was being in Dorchester Abbey A Sacred place with beautiful stained glass windows to see
One year at my fathers work place party, I sat on Santa’s knee Unknowing that under the beard was my own dad, I couldn’t see It was years later after a few tellings that I finally knew the truth I accepted, let go of the fairytale, losing my innocence of youth
In my teenage years we had pop music with the radio on, Top Of The Pops on TV too, dad would burst out into song Slade’s ‘Merry Christmas Everybody,’ we’d all be joining in Mum would be up, and around the room she’d be dancing
My Christmas: As A Mother When I was a young mother, Christmas was so wonderfully magical Although at first my husbands Christmas Eve tradition seemed radical No decorations were put up before the children went to bed The Christmas Fairies came with Santa to do the job instead
The look of amazement on the children’s faces on Christmas morn Made up for the complete lack of sleep from not going to bed till dawn Surprise and delight glowed on little faces when they entered the room Lights and colour everywhere just like a garden in summer’s full bloom
I had my own tradition to bring into my growing family My father had given me Santa’s picture to oversee My children, two weeks before Christmas they began to look The third generation hoping their names were not in the black book
As all other mothers, I wanted my children to have more than me From my one sack, to their sack and presents under the tree New outfits to wear, toys to play, books, puzzles and more There is a warming pleasure in giving to the ones we adore
In early years of their childhood there was no brussel sprout So I could spend more time with them, the traditional dinner we left out When they were older we decided to begin, and they did appreciate The special meal shared together, though sprouts they never ate!
Band Aid’s ‘Do They Know It’s Christmas’ first came out Teaching us how fortunate we were, without a doubt ‘The Power Of Love’ from Frankie Goes To Hollywood Taught a truth, pure and simple, we all understood
Every year there were parties with my husbands family Grandparents, siblings, cousins getting together to see Sharing fun with games and magic tricks into the night Chatting away for hours and setting the world to right
It took a sad occasion to persuade my husband to spend Christmas with my parents, so some support I could lend My gentle nanny (Jennie) passed just before Christmas 93 Being with my mum for that Christmas was so important to me
In 1995 a totally different Christmas time we planned To spend our yuletide together in a hot and far-away land Two children were getting older, almost ready to move on Jamaica, our last holiday together and then they were gone
All the delights of Christmas through my children I lived the days The excitement and high spirits, they sparkled in gorgeous ways When they were younger I told them the story of the baby from above They are my Angels who came and taught me true unconditional love
My Christmas: As A Grandmother Now I am a grandmother, Christmas is plainly simple It’s all about the love we share, but there’s also a pull Now we are not all together, which way do I go? Spending time with everyone, my love I want to show
My parents may not have many more Christmases to share And it really is a time to let those you love know you care But little ones at Christmas bring so much pleasure and joys Their effervescent spirits light up, I can’t resist those girls and boys
Through the generations the same Christmas songs I hear Although it seems they get played earlier each year Marching around the room to Jona Lewie’s ‘Stop The Cavalry’ Children and then grandchildren, it is so enchanting to see
Christmas with my children was the pinnacle of perfection It’s not until they were older that I could see the direction Time plays tricks, the years seem at first to go so slow In the blink of an eye, they’re gone, where did the time go?
Now watching little ones, I see Christmas through their eyes Wishes, dreams, the magic and awe of it all, joy multiplies Passing on traditions, memories planted as love is shown Generations evolve, moving on and making their own
Christmas was never about the presents under a tree But accumulation of love and memories, a sanctuary As generations come and go, Christmas will always be A time to share the love and joys of being with family
Trina Graves – 11th December 2016
About This Poem
In 2016, after writing: Christmas Through The Family and The Heavenly Birth I felt I’d like to write more for Christmas. Many of my poems are written for my family members so I wanted to create a poem for them (and me) to remind us of our Christmases.
Before I started, I wrote a few notes of different memories and the traditions I wanted to include. The poem actually took four days to complete (I started on the 11th) as I kept remembering more to add!
One of the reasons I like to write my poems is because I am sharing my thoughts, beliefs and memories. Most of my family are not interested in poems, so they don’t tend to read them now, but I know that one day (maybe when I am no longer here) they more likely will. When that time comes I hope they will enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them, and that they will evoke happy memories, or tell them of family stories that they have long forgotten or maybe never knew.
Christmas is the time we celebrate the birth Of the Son of God brought down to our Earth A Pure, Unique Master-Being from Heaven above Sent to guide through all Eternity with Divine Love
His birth is a wondrous story, enchantingly told Mother Mary young and pure, a heart of gold Visited by an Angel with Heavenly praise “The Son of God, you and Joseph shall raise”
Joseph’s character was obviously strong and good Although not the true father, he declared he would Unite with Mary and become the dad To love and support the growing lad
The story unfolds with drama and suspense To Bethlehem they travelled, the journey immense For heavily pregnant Mary, arriving on a donkey Needing a place to give birth, to be a sanctuary
With everywhere full, the only place to stay Was in a stable, with a manger to lay The newborn baby, the Heavenly King Now present on Earth, Enlightenment to bring
A brilliant sign heralded the birth Notable enough for many to seek it’s worth Kings or wisemen, and even shepherds too The Heavenly star shone to guide them through
Each came with praise and a gift to give Knowing the Son of God was here to live A physical life, even from a baby so small Showing a connection to God, available to all
Everyone has their own personal belief And I do not wish to cause anyone grief But we all decide how much of this tale is true Our perceptions give us our own unique view
I asked for guidance before beginning to write Asking to share some loving Christmas ‘Light’ What came to me at that moment, for what it’s worth Is the Divine importance of every single human birth
Jesus grew up knowing he was God’s Son No limits were placed, He was the One Sent to Earth to share true Love Divine And through eternity, boundless by time
With no restrictions to cause Him doubt He grew to share God’s Love throughout His life while here upon this Earth All starting with that momentous birth
If the King of Kings can be born in a stable What of other births? We should be able To see the wisdom and Light showing us the way To celebrate the truth of births each and every day
For all mothers are pure with hearts of gold And fathers if present, strong and bold Each one is doing the best they can do Which is all that God asks of you
No matter where the birth will take place The Divine is there, but you won’t see a trace Lowly or regal, it matters not who you are Beings of Love and Light come from afar
They come to witness the transition of a Soul On it’s journey to Earth to learn to be whole In physical form, the journey it takes To become Aware as the Spirit Awakes
For every single baby contains God in their heart Illuminating so brightly right from the start If we placed no limits or doubts in their minds Their genuine Divine Presence in life we would find
Trina Graves – 8th December 2016
About This Poem
In December 2016, after writing my first ever Christmas poem ‘Christmas Through The Family’to be used for my Christmas cards, I had no intention of writing another that year.
A few days later I decided to do my next quote poem (back then I only added my poems to my website: Spiritual Quotes To Live By). I had a list of quotes in my notebook on my desk, so I switched off the computer (no distractions) and got ready to write… but then I could not find the notebook! I searched the desk (there was not a lot on it) but still couldn’t find it, even though I knew I had seen it. ‘Weird’ I thought!
However, knowing from experience that once I prayed and asked for guidance I would receive whatever I needed, I let go of the mystery and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. On returning to my desk… there was the notebook so clearly in view!!! I laughed and knew that I was not meant to write a quote poem. So, I asked for guidance, now thinking, perhaps something else for Christmas?
I knew then that it would be a poem about the importance of births and would start with the birth of Jesus. But, I was quite surprised that the whole nativity story just flowed out.
To a child Christmas is the most magical time of the year Full of wonder and excitement waiting for Santa and reindeer Counting down each day, with even a tree indoors to decorate Captivating memories through childhood years accumulate Each intense and thrilling Christmas morning finally arrives Bringing presents galore, heaps of fun and maybe a surprise Days of new toys, sweets and other delicious things to eat For Christmas to last forever, they’d wish in a heartbeat
For parents Christmas creates a mixture of things The stress of it all contrasts the abundance of joy it brings Worrying about what to buy and how to pay for it all Disappears when seeing the delight on their child befall With so much to get done, the clock ticks away so fast But how they wish the enchantment of that day would last Because for their own sweet child, anything they’d do To make all their wishes and dreams come true
Young siblings at Christmas share the joys Of the escalating excitement thinking of toys They might receive if Santa thinks they’ve been good Talking into the night, how they wish he would Childhood Christmas days spent with sister or brother Amasses laughter and sharing to re-discover In later years when in family-get-togethers they meet And to another generation their stories repeat
For teens and young adults Christmas is for fun Celebrating with friends, just has to be done It’s a balancing act fitting in family and friends As their time and attention splits then blends The greatest pull can come with blossoming love From their first relationship, as if from Heaven above First love at Christmas brings them a new dimension As the joy of giving to love expands their comprehension
A Grandparent’s Christmas is full of timeless memories Evergreen moments shared with their beloved families Going way back to the times when their children were small It’s only the enduring love and happiness they recall Time’s moved on and now they have grandchildren to treasure Each precious jewel brings more love and the purest pleasure The family continues to expand as the years go by Bliss of Grandparenthood lifts their Soul sky high
All through these stages of Christmas days Life moves on through time, expanding always Change is inevitable, time can not stand still So appreciating these moments is vital to fill Your heart and Soul with joyous memories Of the stages of life spent around Christmas trees Because that is what family at Christmas is for To celebrate, the joy and love you share, above all
Trina Graves – 8th December 2016
About This Poem
I often like to make my close family’s Christmas cards, usually using recent or old family photographs. In 2016 I had gone back to writing more poems, so I thought I’d have a go at writing one for Christmas to use for the card. This poem was the result.
I didn’t plan to write anymore Christmas poems but a strange thing happened a few days later that led to more… (The Heavenly Birth)
Thousands of years have gone by With many Master-Beings from on High Sent down to teach the people of Earth The Message they knew at their birth Jesus, Mohammed, Buddha are the same Although to different peoples they came Their Message through centuries echo But at our core we already know We are ONE ~ Beings of Love and Light We are ONE ~ Love is the Way to Unite
Watching over your life and mine Are Celestial Beings from the Divine With hearts of gold and wings of pure white Unconditional Love is their Heavenly delight We each have our own Guardian Angel too Always at our side to guide us through Whispering gently into our inner ear The Message, we already know, so clear We are ONE ~ Beings of Love and Light We are ONE ~ Love is the Way to Unite
There have always been people around Who through their own life path have found The Message, wanting to show and convey To others, so they can find their own way They bring forth the wisdom and sing God’s praise Gurus, Teachers, Authors, there are many ways To teach what we already believe in our heart The Message they lived their life to impart We are ONE ~ Beings of Love and Light We are ONE ~ Love is the Way to Unite
All around us and everywhere Is another dimension, always there Where we come from and we will go At the end of this life, an eternal flow Spirit is our true and pure essence Opening up we can feel their presence Showing us The Message anyway they can We came already knowing the plan We are ONE ~ Beings of Love and Light We are ONE ~ Love is the Way to Unite
Star Seeds and Indigos are names given To some children who are now living Among us, bringing their insightfulness Showing The Way, our lives are blessed But also children with a ‘special need’ Are here to teach, our hearts to heed For they bring The Message loud and strong There never is anything with us ‘wrong’ We are ONE ~ Beings of Love and Light We are ONE ~ Love is the Way to Unite
We all have a connection to our Source Remembering this we can stay on course But we tend to get pulled by Earth’s density Spiralling down, tangled in the nitty-gritty Recognizing this is a lesson to learn And then to our Inner Guidance we can turn The more we connect, the stronger we’ll be And The Message we’ll remember and see We are ONE ~ Beings of Love and Light We are ONE ~ Love is the Way to Unite
Embodying The Message our lives will arrange The course of history to make a great change No wars or conflicts, expressing we are One What we do to another, to our-self is done We do not have to agree on everything Respecting diversity, the truth will bring Enlightenment to our heart and mind To everyone we’ll be loving and kind We are ONE ~ Beings of Love and Light We are ONE ~ Love is the Way to Unite
Human Beings come in all colours and size Living The Message we open our eyes To seeing the beauty in One and All Negative filters of the mind’s eye will fall Being The Message the veil is raised No more shadows will be cast on our days Setting love as our moment-to-moment priority We’d be living in joyous, peace and beauty We are ONE ~ Beings of Love and Light We are ONE ~ Love is the Way to Unite
I Am One ~ United with you God is Love flowing through
Trina Graves – 17th December 2016
About This Poem
As you can see from the date of this poem, it was just before Christmas. I had written a couple of Christmas poems a few days earlier but wanted to write another, so as usual, I prayed and asked for guidance and immediately I knew the title was The Message. I then asked for ‘the message’ and after writing it down I knew it was going to be included with each verse. I then wrote the rest. With the last little bit on the end I was unsure whether to include this, but after questioning myself, I knew it was part of the poem.