It's CHRISTMAS🎄🎅🔔❄

Hey, this time it's not the purple one, 

But, look at the shiny pink, 

For the flames of two hath gone, 

Before your eyes could blink. 

Behold, we've trotted to this JOYFUL SUNDAY, 

For the joy of Christ forges me on, 

To awake with the Holy Joy of each day, 

Let this ADVENT vibrate love within. 

Everyone is joyful here, 

For the spirit of Xmas has entered now,

The light is lit, the gifts are here, 

Ho, Ho, it's time to celebrate now. 

A week, we wait to rejoice with our family, 

Holiday seasons begun, post-box full of letters, oh, 

Santa Claus stockings and Stars are hung, 

Cards lay scattered, Evergreen leaves shed, oh

Babe of Bethlehem is adorned on Cribs, 

"Joyful" word just escapes from my lips. 

MARY, Oh Mary...

Mary, so eminent a light lit by all, 

Far away in all hearts enclosed. 

Religion doesn't matter to hear your call, 

Stones of heavenly riches in you embedded. 

They exclaim, 'a lovely Lady dressed in blue', 

Every time Peter closes the door to heaven. 

You open a window leaving us a clue, 

For your intercession kneads the leaven. 

One would say, 'Mother, and Mother, 

For you are not only the Mother of Christ. 

Or, of church with Dogma of faith to ponder, 

Rather, the mother of us all in full list. 

O Mary of the Immaculate, it was God's plan, 

To make you chaste with no spots or stain. 

New Woman, the New Paradise, from man, 

May thy humility and purity fill us in vain. 

SLEEP 😴🥴

You withheld my eyes, 👀

I couldn't bear you longer. 😣

You make me dance in ecstasy, 💃

No one understands it why. 🗣️

A guilt I feel, rather for carrying you, 💥

My mind is obsessed with thoughts of you. 🛷

Oh, I wish I would have you soon, 🤠

Just close to my heart, my beloved. 🧚‍♀️

For let us be one forever dear, 😍

Is it too much that I ask of you,. 🎆

I know you don't oblige to all, 🏋

For who wouldn't refuse you, SLEEP 😴

LOSE MY SOUL👀👁

Hey.. Some words ....

Just ring in my ears today, 

I am sure Saint Francis Xavier's, 

Eyes glowed with zeal and nay. 

If I should say, 

"What does it profit a man, 

If he gains the whole world.. . 

And forfeits his own soul?"

I salute the valiant missionaries, 

Brave warriors who rose in battles, 

To fight the heresy of faith, 

Evangelizers and heroic preachers. 

I value myself in plenty, 

But miss the essence of life.. 

Oh, I wish I would be forgotten by myself, 

And remembered by God alone, 

Thus, may I purify my soul, 

Cleanse it to be, rich in Him alone.