Scarlet Robe Creations

One star, which few pay attention to, dominating a sky over fields of thirsty brown grass. They labor with care only for food and rest. Few have heard the promises. None have sought to seek. Maybe a curse is spoken. Maybe the illumination in the night sky is too bright. Was there singing? Voices in harmony, beautiful. A chorus of wings, christening the night with glory. Are words spoken to your heart or ears? Is there a burning to seek an answer to a question you haven’t asked? Glory to God. Tonight He has done a great thing. He has come down into the world of the humble and called to Himself the poor. copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

A Poem from a collection never completed titled  'A Winter Soul'.     Three followed a star, in sojourn, before I was able to develop my own thought. By stars of heaven over Middle Eastern sand. Lights that guide seekers when they wander empty. War rages where faith was born. As it always has and always will. I decorate, I sing carols, I watch a tree’s reflection in the window pane and hope to see the same star as the one followed by the three. copyright 2007 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author