Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Prayer at Christmastime

Look down ,dear Lord upon these homes tonight,
These little frosted roofs where starlight shines,
These sheltering barns and cribs that hold the light
Of silver dust, these groves of star-tipped pines.

Christmas is in the air like some bright dream,
Down road and lane the houses all are dressed,
With tree and garland and soft candle gleam-
Lord may they still continue to be blessed.

Grace Nowell Crowell

1 comment:

  1. Sweet post, Heidi. I love both the poem and the graphic. Beautiful quilt, too. Hope you're staying as busy as a cranberry merchant this Christmas season. When I had my antique shop many of my Christmas sales were people buying THEMSELVES a Christmas gift.