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ISBN-13: 9781463437084
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication date: 04/30/2012
Pages: 136
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.32(d)

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A Sprinkling of Star Dust

More Stories of Maybes and Might-Have-Beens
By Maureen Williams

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2012 Maureen Williams
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ISBN: 978-1-4634-3708-4


Chapter One

Imagination


Creation wields
Energy, power
And capacity
Demands Being,
Doing,
Growing
Seeking out fertility.

Time's new moment
True shining reality
Adjusted by word,
Deed,
Possibilities:
Potential rising,
Reaching,
Stretching
Challenging perspiration.

Inspiration focusing
Work of Imaging
Astonish minds
To wonder,
Amaze hearts
With Awe,
Arrange spirits
On the stage of delight
Celebrating Hope.

Life grows into life
Enhancing grace and mercy
Empowering hope.

The New Song

Exasperation nudged the tall angel to the edge of the cloud. "Biddy, you needn't slide down the rainbow. You have wings. We have a job to do."

"Yes, I know, but just watch the joy bounce around the sky when I'm sliding. It is so much fun. Whew." Biddy clung to the scarf, as gathering speed soon caught him up with Phyell. "My wings help me up the curve, you know. Why don't you try it, Phyell?"

"It is foolishness. But I enjoy your laughter. Let's go. We are expected on earth now." So Biddy and Phyell gathered their energy close and dropped quickly to the rough terrain around Nazareth. Tucking wings against their back, the two angels walked into town as if two strangers looking for an inn. To all appearances they were young men—their wings hidden in the robes of their clothing. They were sent to teach Mary the song—a gentle lullaby as a gift for the expected Messiah. Phyell carried the lyre; Biddy had a pipe tucked in the folds. He took it out, put it to his lips and played a sprightly tune as they walked.

"Laughter is contagious, Biddy; it lightens our heart."

And the quick response came, "The music lightens our step." Joy followed their path and lit up their faces—Biddy with a twinkle and Phyell serene and gentle.

"Why not dance, Phyell? You are almost skipping now." Biddy did a small pirouette as they walked along. Phyell smiled.

The small town rose before them and they were soon in its midst. "Mary has returned from her visit to Zechariah and Elizabeth's house." Phyell said. "She should be resting during her time of waiting on this hot day. Let us go to the back of the house. She is in the garden, I believe."

As the two turned the corner, they heard her quietly humming a tune. She looked up and smiled. "Hello. This is the warmest part of the day to be walking down the road. Would you like a cool drink of water?"

"Sounds great," Biddy quipped.

Phyell said, "Yes, thank you."

Mary rose, stepped inside the door and came back with two cups of water. Phyell and Biddy drank deeply of the water. Mary offered them a place to sit out of the sun.

Phyell placed the lyre on his lap and Biddy began piping the tune that Mary hummed when they arrived. Mary clapped her hands. "Oh, you know the song. It is such a happy tune. I heard it coming from the hill last night but I don't know the words."

"Well, then Phyell will sing them while I play," Biddy grinned. The pipe and lyre harmonized and the words skipped along with the tune. Soon Mary's voice joined Phyell and they sang the song together; the words became written on Mary's heart.

The Gift

Jesus, Jesus is your name,
Baby boy of Bethlehem.
Jesus, Jesus of David's line, born to save all human kind.

Jesus the child full of delight,
The boy dreamed that folks would unite,
The Prince of Peace clung to his name;
His holy love sets the world aflame.

Jesus, Jesus is your name,
Baby boy of Bethlehem.
Jesus, Jesus of David's line,
Born to save all human kind.

Jesus the man in the wilder-lands
Choosing the path for his Father's plan.
Jesus the son with vision to be
The sacrificial lamb that sets us free.

Jesus, Jesus is your name,
Baby boy of Bethlehem.
Jesus, Jesus of David's line,
born to save all human kind.



    Bethlehem

    The Bible talks of Bethlehem
    Bread Basket of the land.
    Boaz took Ruth as his wife
    Grandparents of a shepherd called David.
    A well of sweet water at the gate1
    Not far from a hill called Golgotha.

    Bethlehem
    Where House of David stands
    Census taking brought
    Mary and Joseph to be counted
    There found a manger for birthing
    Baby boy of Bethlehem

    Even the heavens sang out.
    Wise men of the east
    Traveling far
    Following a Star to
    Worship the King
    Born in Bethlehem.


    Flight of Moses

    Consumed by lament of drought
    They fled to Egypt
    And a brother's preservation.
    They multiplied in safety.
    Until, anxious over murmur of slaves,
    The whip cracked.

    Born a son of slaves
    Drawn from the waters of Egypt
    Raised by a princess
    Called by God
    "Let my people go"
    He raised the staff for freedom

    Demand for liberty echoed,
    Wandering the wilderness
    Dreaming of a homeland.
    Their captors contained
    Yet, grumbling, they fled.
    For a generation.

    Returning to the promised land.
    Following a man
    Who followed God
    Who led them to freedom
    Shaping a nation.
    With law and land.


    Flight of Mary and Joseph

    Time was ripe
    The age was here
    The nation again in travail.
    Oppressed
    People cried out in vain.
    Waiting for Messiah.
    Waiting for a king to reign.

    Startled by sounds of hate,
    Warned by angels,
    Run. Hide,
    Protect the baby that you hold,
    Shelter the child.
    Onward they flee to safety.

    Gone the path of wild geese
    Flight pattern eases the way
    Drifting on the draft
    Of the leader's wing.
    Onward they flee to safe place
    Hunters blinded to the trail.

    Sanctuary in obedience
    Amid stricken woe;
    Grief shattered the nation,
    Laments tore the heart.
    Respite in Egypt
    Refugees reprieved by Love.

    Return the way of wild geese
    Formation of the flight
    Accepting responsibility
    As they flee to a hinterland.
    Returning at the chosen time,
    Accountable to history.


    The Signing

    The bow, bright iridescent,
    Shimmering color against a wash of gray
    Water spray and light refract
    And all the world celebrate
    Rainbows, hung long and high,
    A promise, not forgotten,
    By the faithful and true,
    God made a pact with humanity.

When the storm passes
Light refracts into rainbows
Of God's faithfulness.



    Light

    Darkness swirled around the earth
    Shuttered sight
    Shattered hope
    Scattered faith.

    Darkness hurled despair
    Haunted souls
    Harboring hate
    Hunted with lust
    Hurt with glee
    Hoisted fear into hearts
    Harbinger of death.

    A spark of Light
    Flickered, Fluttered,
    Flamed in darkness
    Warming frozen hearts.

    A candle alight
    Shining on truth
    Sparkling with joy
    Spilling out laughter
    Sprinkling love into hearts,
    Servant of Life
    Sunlit world.

    Son shining light abroad
    Harvesting souls held
    Hapless in darkness
    Hope revealed.
    .

A World in Darkness

Time passed. Evil walked the earth. Darkness surrounded humanity. People forgot the faith they once held; turned their back on the hope they once knew. Faithfulness and righteousness hid. The world waits in darkness it does not know it does not see so does not seek a lamp or a light.

    The world spins;
    steadying time
    Inhabitants wander,
    lost in the darkness,
    seeking self.
    steadying the spirit

    Humanity turns
    Rising to hope
    Looking to faith
    God knows
    And shows compassion.
    A Savior is sent
    To show the way.

    Still my heart that I might discover the light.

The Carpenter's Son

"Hey, Jesus, how about playing ball with me." The boy stood first on one foot then the other as he tossed a ball into the air and caught it on its downward spin.

"Well, I need to run this errand for Dad but then I will have a few free minutes. We can meet here in about an hour." And Jesus hoisted a cumbersome yoke onto his shoulder as he prepared to make a delivery to the man on the other side of town who had just acquired a second ox. The yoke was heavy but Jesus had grown quite strong helping his father in the shop.

"Why don't I go with you; then we can play catch on the way home." The boy suggested.

"That would be fine," Jesus answered. "In fact you can help by taking one end of this. Old Caleb would not be happy if I drop it and it gets damaged in any way."

As his friend caught the end of the yoke, the boys hurried to make the delivery quickly so they might get on with their game. Soon they reached the paddock where the two oxen stood. Caleb hailed them from across the field and the boys waited as he walked toward them.

"Well, Jesus, that looks like a fine piece of work. Wait now and give me a hand. Need to make sure it fits these two beasts. Wouldn't want to accept delivery if it's not right." Caleb grinned to take any bite out of his words.

Jesus grinned back. "No sir." The grin got bigger. "Dad wouldn't want you to accept any sloppy work out of his shop." Jesus changed the subject, "Next week we will be going to Jerusalem for Passover."

"You must be about 12 now, aren't you. Are you ready for your bar mitzvah? Got all the answers down pat?"

Jesus grinned. He knew he was being teased. The yoke fit nicely and the boys eagerly started down the road for their return home, tossing the ball between them as they dodged and feinted hoping to make the other drop the ball or miss the catch.

"You really going to Jerusalem?" Nahab asked.

"Sure. We go every year but this year I become a man." Jesus answered. "I've been studying really hard and I know the answers to the questions the rabbi will ask. And I know all the prayers."

"Yeah. You always have your nose in the scriptures. You gonna be a rabbi or something?"

"My dad says that God has a special job for me. I know that God is as good and true as my dad so I will just trust God to tell me what is expected of me." And Jesus caught a high ball and tossed it back so quickly that Nahab fumbled the catch and they both laughed as they bumped diving to retrieve it.

The next week Joseph turned to Jesus and said, "Looks like we have everything caught up. We won't have to hurry back from Jerusalem now. Thank you for all your help. Are you packed and ready to go?"

"Yes, Dad. If I can go tell Judd I'm going. I haven't seen him for a couple of weeks."

"Sure. Go ahead but stop by and see if your mother has anything she needs you to do first." Joseph turned back to his shop to sharpen his tools.

"Hey, Mom. Got anything for me to do?" Jesus caught the aroma of fresh baked bread. "Hmmm. Smells delicious."

"That is for the journey." Pointing to a shadowed hook, she said, "You could lift that water bag down for me and put it by the other packages that are ready to go." Mary smiled at her son. "Go ahead and take some of that bread. I have plenty and you are still growing."

"Can I take Judd a hunk?" Jesus said, "Think I will go see him if you haven't got anything else for me to do."

"Yes. In fact, take a couple. He doesn't get nearly enough to eat."

Jesus hurried off to the pasture above Nazareth. Judd took care of his father's sheep. It was a fine day; hot, but still. Suddenly a slight wind gusted with a hint of squall rising. Jesus hurried along his way. He wanted to get to the pasture before noon so he could share his lunch with Judd. And before the rain started. Jesus let out a slow, low whistle.

"Jesus, that you?" the shepherd boy shouted as he scampered up the hill to the path. He looked back over the edge to make sure he could see the sheep.

"Yep." Jesus was sitting on a rock at the side of the road. They positioned themselves so they could both see the flock in the small pasture below them. "Thought you would like one of these wheat cakes. I brought two for lunch." Jesus held out the warm bread, offering it to his friend, Judd.

"What you doing here in the middle of the day? Especially such a stormy day."

"This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." Jesus quoted. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm going to Jerusalem tomorrow. Mom had plenty of bread put up for the journey and I knew you would like some."

"Whatchya going to Jerusalem for?" Judd quickly grabbed the rolled cake and began nibbling. It isn't often he got a warm lunch. "Bar Mitzva?"

"Yep. I'm 13 now. I need to be seeing about my Father's business."

"I've been seeing about my pa's business for years. Tending these here sheep. Pa says never you mind about God and such. That ain't for the likes of us." Judd ate the last of his cake.

"Oh, but God is for everyone. God loves you just as much as he loves me. God created you and wants you to know him like a father." Jesus held out half of the remaining bread roll and Judd took it gladly.

"Oops. That sheep is heading straight for trouble. Gotta go. Thanks for lunch. You will stop by when you get back, won't you?" Judd was hurrying down the steep slope into the pasture.

Jesus waved as he watched Judd heading after the sheep. Judd was quick and sure on his feet and seemed to know exactly where the sheep wanted to go and how to turn them out of the way of danger. Jesus remembered the happy hours he had spent in these mountains with Judd and the sheep.

The next day Jesus spent the early morning hours settling the baggage on the small donkey's back. It needed to be distributed evenly so the donkey would not tire trying to balance the load it carried. "Ho, you old gray bag of bones, this will go a lot easier if you stand still," Jesus chided. Jesus would carry his own bundle and some of his mother's small things but the major supplies were loaded onto the rack that fit comfortably on the donkey. Jesus knew it fit because he helped measure it and shape it and smooth it. When Jesus finished he went off to help his aunt and uncle settle their belongings.

It was early morning when the caravan turned gradually out of Nazareth and began to move slowly toward Jerusalem. The boys on the train quickly go to the front of the line, jostling and racing in turn. Jesus, glad to be with the boys, ran, skipped and played. This rite of passage would make changes in his life. He was ready, even anxious to become a man, yet he was still glad he had this one last chance to be free and kid around with the other boys.

(Continues...)



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Table of Contents

Contents

Acknowledgements....................vii
Introduction....................ix
Imagination....................1
The New Song....................2
The Gift....................4
Bethlehem....................5
Flight of Moses....................6
Flight of Mary and Joseph....................7
The Signing....................9
Light....................10
A World in Darkness....................11
The Carpenter's Son....................12
The Transition....................16
Desert Wilderness....................17
The Call....................19
The Parable....................20
Sudden Storm Rising....................23
Stepping Out in Faith....................24
If Only....................25
Jesus and the Children....................26
Dance....................28
II Samuel 6:12-19....................29
And We Cry Peace, Peace....................30
THE POTTER....................35
The Pot....................36
Adam's Rib....................38
Sarah, Wife of Abraham....................39
Grace....................51
Walking Home....................52
Joyous Hours....................68
Story of Jesus....................74
The Snowflake....................76
SPRING....................78
Cycles....................79
Poem-Making....................80
A Recipe for Life....................82
Finding God....................83
Wild Flowers....................85
Tiger Lilies....................86
National Flower....................87
The Eagle....................88
The Flag....................89
Shadow's Shadow....................90
Wintering Birds....................91
Electric....................92
Sunset Confetti....................93
Power of Story....................94
Time....................95
A Benediction....................105
Table Grace....................106
Morning Prayer....................107
Evening Prayer....................108
A Child of God Prays....................111

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