Article, Poetry

It Was Christmas Eve in the Casa

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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Happy Christmas from Michael Walsh

MICHAEL WALSH WRITING SERVICES

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