Without inspiration, there can be no communication. Every line we read be it a news report, biography or poem, is inspired by someone or something. Such was my inspiration when from my rooftop garden situated on the highest home in Mijas Pueblo I watched a sunset to die for. Yes, it was indeed Christmas Eve 2011. Inspired, I then scrawled my thoughts down.
CHRISTMAS EVE IN THE CASA
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It was Christmas Eve in the casa,
On that charming Spanish hill;
And high in the star-filled dome above,
Was mirrored an earth so still.
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It slept through the noise and tinsel,
For it cared not when nor why,
That man will fight among themselves,
And some are prepared to die.
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The chapel bells were tolling,
They talked from vale to vale,
High up in my hillside casa,
I felt that God prevailed.
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A melody of eventide,
Each tower sang its song,
In Andalucía hillsides,
I was where I belonged.
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In vales below the twinkle lights,
A bed of stars it seemed,
I felt as one with God above,
I dreamed, I dreamed, I dreamed.
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Let others do their worship,
At altars of their choice;
But let me be where I would be,
Where God will have His voice.
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The chapel bells are singing;
His hills are filled with hope;
From eventide, be by my side –
My small heart filled with hope.
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