Category Archives: Poetry
A Blessed Christmas to all…
I want to wish everyone a blessed Christmas season by sharing a poem that I wrote a couple of years ago. This poem was inspired by a painting of the nativity that hangs at the front of our church during advent. There is a shadow cast on the star that is above the stable in the painting and that shadow is cast by the beautiful wooden cross that hangs in our sanctuary….
A Star and a Shadow
There was always a shadow on the life of this child
who was born of a lineage both mighty and mild.
The child of a virgin, the son of a king.
Who could predict what his future would bring?
Angels would herald, three kings would endanger
their lives…to acknowledge his birth in a manger.
Shepherds would give the last of their sheep
for the one silent vigil they’d tenderly keep.
Both humble and royal His life would be.
An outcast, a Savior for you and for me.
Yes, the star of Bethlehem shone ever so bright
when He was born that wondrous night!
But a shadow hung over the manger, you see
and that shadow was cast by Calvary’s tree.
He knew from the start how His life would be spent
but He came and He loved and He saved and He went
to be with our Father who sent His own Son
to live in a shadow so our souls could be won.
So when you see that Christmas star
shining brightly…off so far…
remember the shadow, remember the cross,
remember the life, remember the loss
remember the suffering, remember the pain,
remember the gift, remember the gain.
Remember the life
that was given for you
by a child in a manger
so precious, so new…
by Maron Craig Bielovitz
12/26/10
Merry Christmas!
AEDM Day 25: Catch The Glow
Seize the day while the sun is rising
and casting a rosy glow.
Hesitate and it will fade
and be gone before you know…
by
Maron Craig Bielovitz
11/25/2012
This morning as I turned from getting the newspaper out of the box down in front of our house, I glanced up the street towards the pretty little stone church two doors up from our house. There was a beautiful rosy glow all around the church as the sun was coming up. I stood there enjoying the scene and then snapped to attention to run into the house and get my camera. In just the time it took to go back outside, the glow was already fading but still pretty as you can see in the first photo. I watched for a few seconds and then decided to take a picture from the roadside where I would capture more scenery and again, in those few seconds, the glow faded further. It wasn’t until I edited the photos that I really noticed the disparity between the first and second shots. Needless to say, those two photos are the catalyst for the little poem. So my wish for you today is that you enjoy it to it’s fullest potential. Seize the day while it is still rosy…
Day 15, A Frosty Morning…
Today I give you a wintry star that I tole-painted with a pretty snow flake, that someone gave me, in the background (these hang from a shelf in my studio) along with a little poem that I wrote while sipping my morning coffee…
A FROSTY MORNING
It’s a wonderful, frosty morning
and the air just clears your head
making it all worthwhile
to have tumbled out of bed!
The grass is crunchy when you walk.
It has a sugary glaze
that sometimes disappears by noon
or sometimes lasts for days.
Jack Frost has been out playing
across the lawn and through the wood.
He weaves his lacy ice webs
then stands back and says “that’s good”!
There’s a lovely stained glass pattern
on the surface of the pond.
He laughs and makes this magic
with a flick of his ice wand!
You may think of winter
as bare and cold and stark
but be sure to see the beauty too
when Jack Frost leaves his mark…
by
Maron Craig Bielovitz
11/15/12
Summer
Summer
Summer makes a grand entrance,
stretching forth lazily, from the fertile earth of Spring.
Clothed in lush yellows and vibrant greens
in shades of apple, celery, lime and mint.
Her morning dew sparkles like a web of diamonds.
By noon, her jewels have turned to petals of pastel.
She lingers, lazy and sultry, through late day
under a canopy of blue and white.
At sunset she slips into a gown of majestic purple
and settles in…to listen to the music of the night…
by
Maron Craig Bielovitz
5/9/12
Life isn’t for the Weak!
The old year lies behind us
like a shadow on the snow.
The new year looms before us
and it casts a tempting glow.
We don’t know what lies ahead
but we know the year goes fast
so we anticipate the future
while clinging to the past.
We’ll cherish last year’s victories
but we’ll not forget the pain
storing up each memory,
we’ll treasure them as gain.
And so… with bruises yet unhealed
we bravely turn our cheek
as we step into a brand new year
knowing life isn’t for the weak!
by
Maron Craig Bielovitz
12/30/2011
In Loving Memory…
Good Night Mom
A world without a Mother
Is a strange and alien place
Not to sit and hold her hand
Or see her precious face
But I’ll feel her presence always
In this world she left behind
In the beauty God created
… A comfort I will find
The gentle morning breezes
Will be her special kiss
The sweetest scent of lilac
Will be the smile I miss
Her laughter will be the birdsong
That wakes me from my sleep
A hug will be the snowfall
…Pure and soft and deep
In every woodland creature
I will see her kindness there
The answer to my questions
And strength to help me bear
The things I needed Mom for
Are too numerous to name
But her blessings will surround me
In a peaceful summer rain
And when I want to say good night
My gaze will wander far
I’ll lift my head and see her
As I whisper to a star…
By Maron Craig Bielovitz
8/8/11
I’m Hanging On…
A photo “prompt” on a favorite website of mine was the catalyst for the following poem. So here’s to all the brave people who are depressed as they fight life’s many battles. I guess this is my nod to putting one foot in front of the other….
I’m Hanging On
I’m hanging on for all I’m worth
I can’t let go and hit the earth
I’ll just hang on until tomorrow
and then the sun may fade the sorrow
If I hang on for one more night
I may just find I have some fight
to keep the enemy at bay
If I hang on for one more day
by
Maron Craig Bielovitz
2011
Happy New Year!
A NEW AND HAPPY YEAR
Unfolding like a flower
one petal at a time.
Sometimes it’s very painful
and other times, sublime.
Gives us pause to wonder
to contemplate, to cheer
the great anticipation
of a new and happy year!
by
Maron Craig Bielovitz
Happy New Year everyone!
The Potting Bench
Life is like a potting bench
Potential for growth is here
But how and why and where and when
Is not completely clear
The jumble of pots and tools
The smell of earth and green
A promise of things to come
Growing, but yet unseen
Roots to keep it grounded
Stems reaching for the sun
Leaves to shade a precious bud
Until its birth is done
It all starts at the crooked bench
Splintered and weather worn
A seed pushed into rich black soil
Life…waiting to be born!
by Maron Craig Bielovitz
5/5/2010
My Perfect Christmas
Victorian Santa
My Perfect Christmas
by Maron Craig Bielovitz
“Twas the week before Christmas and all though the place
wreaths made of pine and snowflakes of lace
were decking the hallways… and framing each door
were glittering garlands and holly galore.
The stockings were pressed and ready to hang.
And my fruitcakes had aged to a very nice tang.
The children had quietly finished their chores and,
now bundled up warmly, were playing outdoors.
Pappa came home at a quarter past three
so we could go out to cut our own tree.
The first one we looked at seemed the right size
and the trunk wasn’t crooked…what a surprise!
The tree was trimmed with the trains chuggling ’round
while the children sang carrols – such a heavenly sound!
In those few leisure hours, I did all my baking
and finished the very last gift I was making.
Christmas cards (which I wrote out on Thanksgiving Day)
were stamped and sealed and on their way!
The house was all cleaned, the gifts were all wrapped.
Plans for the holiday dinner were mapped.
I remember thinking…”I deserve a rest”…
“I’ll lie down for a while to resore my zest!.”
So why do I feel like I’m ready to scream?
‘Cuz I woke up to find… it was only a dream!!!!!
