Bells ringing, bells ringing
Joyful voice of celebration
Christmastide leads to the Christ child
One born in a manger to shine for all
Hear the bells this hopeful season
Join your voice in thankful praise
Far from earthly power or fame
True wealth comes from love’s compassion
Heed you now the bright bells sounding
Hearts drawn to star’s wondrous path
Charlotte-Anne Allen
Green speaks of living things
Renewing, filling… growing from
Vibrant color cool with dew
Verdant pastures beckon, “come”
Of health and wealth some would seek
But beware the green of envy now!
And when the stomach heaves and surges
A greenish face will take a bow
But do not fret upon your way
In life comes hope with thoughtful shifting
From deserts spring the green of life
Shining glistening, shoots uplifting
Breathe slowly deeply and feel things ease
Surrounded by some calming green
from “Of Colors” – Charlotte-Anne Allen
To give our mite
Generous in all sincerity
Whatever that may be
Life’s greatest joy
Love’s cherished gift
Guarding things closely
Greed or fright overrule us
Do we cling distressed
Comparing uncertain? …
Shall we consider our offering?
What we have to give
Is unique to each one
Greater than wealth can buy
What good do we crave?
Now give of it freely!
Just look around you and offer.
A smile a touch a friendly word
Says you’re valued and not alone
A penny a need a lift a deed
Given with humble helping hands
Times of plenty and great celebration
Or a world of chaos loss or suffering
Making days brighter lifting spirits higher
Let’s give our mite to show we care
… and make an offering
The Still Small Voice 