Poetry: Mama Promised

By Monica C. Voskamp


My mama told me Christmas would come

She described in detail the sparkling city lights

The happy holiday music, diamond snowfalls of white

Mama promised, Christmas waiting,

Twenty-four nights.


My mama told me Christmas would come

She was baking festive cookies and sugar dust

The kitchen warm and cozy, memory making here

Mama promised, Christmas coming

This very year.


My mama told me Christmas would come

I saw her work her magic creating holiday cheer

The house dazzling, streaming garlands bright red

Mama promised, Christmas would be,

Just as she said.


My mama told me Christmas would come

She lit advent candles one by one each week

The shining symbols of hope, flames to mesmerize

Mama promised, Christmas was more,

Than just our eyes.


My mama told me Christmas would come

She tucked in layered blankets the twenty-forth eve

The warmth of love all cozy, sheltering from frosted cold

Mama promised Christmas was for,

Both young and old.


My mama told me Christmas would come

She watched us early morning bursting with energy

The joyous laughter, warm exchange of beautiful love

Mama promised it would always be this way

For everyone.


So this Christmas I remember her sweet promise

She wrapped us in warm year after year, day after day

Mama promised the gifts of hope, peace and love

Now she sings her song in heaven

And Christmas still comes.


Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

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Poetry: Redeem

By Monica C. Voskamp



Redeem what is so wrong

Redeem what now

Is not.



Redeem what’s beyond my powers

Redeem my story,



I need a lifeline

I need a Saviour

I need a hope

In times I see none.


I need you more than I’ve ever

Wished to admit

I need your powers of redemption,



Bridges I’ve burned

Clocks I can’t rewind

Mistakes I’ve made

Memories I can’t erase.


These are on me

These are my now

These are where I need

Redemption now.


I’m only human

Please remember,

I’m not supernatural

I’m not the Divine.


I know I can do a lot

Much more than I’ve ever



But there are some things

Beyond my capabilities.

There are somethings

Beyond the realms of my



These things are for You

For You to take, to redeem

To beautify, to heal

To restore.


It’s a mess, I know

Because human hands

Seem to be very capable

Of that.


But You don’t scoff

You don’t sigh

You don’t refrain

Rather you listen.


You tell me this:

It is your joy to redeem

It is your pleasure to step in

It is for you to do

What I can not.


So redeem

For I have not the strength

I have not the capacity

I don’t even have the equation

To morph an ending

Into a new beginning.



Do not wait too long

In this heartbreak.



Let it be sooner

Than not.


I’m sending prayers

Past the gates of time,

I’m sending voiceless words

Into the realms of You.


I’m asking the gift

The Christmas miracle

To redeem what is

My impossible.


Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

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