In times of trial, we summon our might,

Seeking the spark in the depths of the night.
Memories rise like a soft, glowing flame,
Whispering strength as they call out our name.

Each resource, each image, forgotten but near,
Leaps to our side, casting shadows of fear.
This is the luck born of time well-prepared,
A fullness of self from the love that we’ve shared.

In crises of spirit, our needs intertwine—
For each other, ourselves, a hope to align.
We gather our courage, we call forth our will,
And slowly we turn, though the world may stand still.

The turning is quiet, or sudden, or long,
Yet love is the fulcrum that makes us grow strong.
When the ground feels unsteady, horizons unknown,
It’s love that reminds us we’re never alone.

This season of Christmas, amid all the strife,
We search for the meaning that anchors our life.
For the faith and the hope that imagination can find,
To surpass all the limits that tether the mind.

If something seems lost, let your heart understand,
Much is still waiting, close at hand.
Unfound, unspoken, but ready to start,
A gift of renewal, a song for the heart.

So, as you face struggles, let love be your guide,
The strength in your soul, the warmth by your side.
For Christmas brings turning, a moment, a way,
To gather the light and step into the day

Originally Published on https://boomersnotsenior.blogspot.com/

Royce Shook Blogger

I served as a teacher, a teacher on Call, a Department Head, a District Curriculum, Specialist, a Program Coordinator, and a Provincial Curriculum Coordinator over a forty year career. In addition, I was the Department Head for Curriculum and Instruction, as well as a professor both online and in person at the University of Phoenix (Canada) from 2000-2010.

I also worked with Special Needs students. I gave workshops on curriculum development and staff training before I fully retired