A Christmas Trilogy

Awakened in the night Jesus speaking to me a voicespoken low. I cannot hear you Jesus, help me nowthough this pencil in my hand. He took the pencil andpressed it to the page. He wrote words that hurt me,and made me cry. I could clearly read them even withthe tears in my eyes. He took the pencil, held it to myface, all the words he erased. He wanted me for apurpose, but I didn't carry through, then he gave meback the pencil and a job for him to do, this time I willfollow his calling to do what he would have me do.Through my prayers, now I share with you.Mike Kelley, Born in the bluegrass, just outside Louisville, Kentucky. Traveling the world and the country sometime feeling like a tumbleweed, building on his experiences of life. Served in the US Navy and a Vietnam Veteran with Attack Squadron Seventy-Five from Oceana Virginia. A writer of poetry and short stories and a member of the International Society of Poets. Studied with Rod McKuen, in Southern California. Has worked in Radio commercials as Cowboy Bob. Has a hand in art, music, and song writing. A lover of nature and outdoor activities. Now living happily in Cincinnati, Ohio with his wife Susan.