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A Skinny Fairtrade Latte in the Food Court of Life - Page 478

  • "Haphazard by Starlight" - Day 24

    In the days of Caesar

    By Waldo Williams tr. Rowan Williams

     

    In the days of Caesar, when his subjects went to be reckoned,

    There was a poem mad, too dark for him (naïve with power)

    to read

    It was a bunch of shepherds who discovered

    in Bethlehem of Judah, the great music beyond reason and

    reckoning:

    shepherds, the sort of folk who leave the ninety-nine behind

    so as to bring the stray back home, dawning toward cock-crow,

    the birthday of the Lamb of God, shepherd of mortals.

     

    Well, little people, and my nation, can you see

    The secret buried in you, that no Caesar ever captures in his lists?

    Will not the shepherd come to fetch us in our desert,

    Gathering us in to give us birth again, weaving us into one

    In a song heard in the sky over Bethlehem?

    He seeks us out as wordhoard for his workmanship, the laureate

    of heaven

  • Memories Stirred

    Today's 'Haphazrd by Starlight' poem, which I loved, stirred memories of this poem I encountered in one of the 'anthologies for schools' we had back in the 1970s.  I had some fun and games with the formatting, but the font that shows seems very approrpiate - reminding me of the old teletype character sets

    The Computer's First Christmas Card
     
    by Edwin Morgan
    jollymerry 
    hollyberry
    jollyberry
    merryholly
    happyjolly
    jollyjelly
    jellybelly
    bellymerry
    hollyheppy
    jollyMolly
    marryJerry
    merryHarry
    happyBarry
    heppyJarry
    bobbyheppy
    berryjorry
    jorryjolly
    moppyjelly
    Mollymerry
    Jerryjolly
    bellyboppy
    jorryhoppy
    hollymoppy
    Barrymerry
    Jarryhappy
    happyboppy
    boppyjolly
    jollymerry
    merrymerry
    merrymerry
    merryChris
    ammerryasa
    Chrismerry
    asMERRYCHR
    YSANTHEMUM
  • 'Haphazard by Starlight' - Day 23

    Seasonal Ghazal

    By Harry Gilonis

     

    The silent starts descend to us

    Come angel seraph sheep pear-tree

     

    O holy o cold

    Dawn come in snow

     

    Offspring of day

    Light is lily above us

     

    Glory birds, calling birds

    Sun, the fields shining

     

    The day, the earth, skies

    Peace, contemplation and music

     

    Hosanna, no, holly stand

    Suddenly tree displayed

     

    The yonder star our comfort

    Bring time again

     

    Joy, excelsis a-leaping

    World and hope embrace

     

    Lullaby image and sing sing

    A happy new begin

  • Of Christmas Trees and Carol Services...

    If you go into a large department store in any town or city, you will find tall, elegant Christmas trees, perfectly upright and tastefully decorated with matching baubles carefully arranged.  Or you could have a Christmas tree that's a bit like mine - more than twenty years old, a bit skew-whiff and shoogly.  There are matching baubles, those that have survived the years, but the lights aren't quite long enough to reach the top.  Then there are the tiny nutcracker dolls, a gift from my sister, the wooden letter 'C' a gift from a friend, and the squished, glitter laden decoration of dubious descriotion made by a godchild, to name just a few.  It is this latter kind of tree, in its lopsided loveliness that truly says something about Christmas because it overflows with love - given and received - through many years and in different places.

    Our carol service cum nativity was, I ventured to suggest even before it began, more like the latter than the former, delivered with lashings of love.

    At times laugh out loud funny, at others aching endearing, with small children singing solos, and a real live dog to visit the manger, as well as adult and childrens' choirs, poems, Bible readings, advent candles, a parol lantern (looking east) and prayers, it was a brilliant morning, loads of fun, full of life and love.

    Thank you Gatherers and friends for making it such a wonderful service.

  • "Haphazard by Starlight" - Day 22

    Ode to Winter

    By Gillian Clarke

     

    We hoard light, hunkered in holt and burrow,

    In cave, cwtsh, den, earth, hut, lair.

    Sun blinks.  Trees take down their hair.

    Dusk wipes horizons, seeps into the room,

    The last flame of geranium in the gloom.

     

    In the shortening day, bring in late flowers

    To crisp in a vase, beech to break into leaf,

    A branch of larch.  Take winter by the throat.

    Feed the common birds, tits and finches,

    The spotted woodpecker in his opera coat.

     

    Let's learn to love the icy winter moon,

    Or moonless dark and winter constellations,

    Jupiter's glow, a slow, incoming plane,

    Neighbourly windows, someone's flickering screen,

    A lamp-lit page, drawn curtains.

     

    Let us praise intimacy, talk and books,

    Music and silence, wind and rain,

    The beautiful bones of trees, taste of cold air,

    Darkening fields, the glittering city,

    That winter longing, hiraeth, something like prayer.

     

    Under the stilled heartbeat of trees,

    Wind-snapped branches, mulch and root,

    A million bluebell bulbs lie low

    Ready to flare in lengthening light,

    After the dark, frozen earth, the snow.

     

    Out there, fox and buzzard, kite and crow

    Are clearing the ground for the myth.

    On the darkest day bring to the tree,

    Cool and pungent as forest.  Turn up the music.

    Pour us a glass. Dress the house in pagan finery.