The body is something to celebrate…

A poem about the famous patron saint of Ireland and his life story.

The best things this year will be created by You,
a result of both what you do and how you are being.

The numbers on a calendar do not make a year,
and moments in our lives are not marked.
Each come to us as the other -
to see what we make of them,
and what we are made of.

There is a time of joy, a time of sorrow, a time of grief but tonight it is a time to celebrate Life..Christ is born, all is born, you and me. Is this not enough reason to celebrate? Indeed it is!

A baby was born on the 25th of December in a manger. He is Jesus Christ, a true symbol of love and humility.Despite being powerful ,he still chooses to be born in a manger. How many of us who can have the guts of giving birth in a grassy place?

Christmas a Season to Celebrate ,eat, Drink and be Happy.

The NorthEast has been getting warm weather, totally the opposite of what we should have at Christmas time.

People welcome new year with happiness and joy.

A poem reminding us to discover our true potential within ourselves.

A poem celebrating marriage and love.