Yule
Happy Christmas to friends who celebrate it.
Long post forthcoming about the December That Wouldn't End.
But now I'm sitting in my nightgown, listening to carols, and crying a little with peace.
So happy Christmas.
And because I can never resist a chance to plug the indirect namesake of my journal...read the below.
A Christmas Sonnet
For One in Doubt
While you that in your sorrow disavow
Service and hope, see love and brotherhood
Far off as ever, it will do no good
For you to wear his thorns upon your brow
For doubt of him. And should you question how
To serve him best, he might say, if he could,
“Whether or not the cross was made of wood
Whereon you nailed me, is no matter now.”
Though other saviors have in older lore
A legend, and for older gods have died -
Though death may wear the crown it always wore,
And ignorance be still the sword of pride -
Something is here that was not here before,
And strangely has not yet been crucified.
- Edwin Arlington Robinson
Blessings to all.
Long post forthcoming about the December That Wouldn't End.
But now I'm sitting in my nightgown, listening to carols, and crying a little with peace.
So happy Christmas.
And because I can never resist a chance to plug the indirect namesake of my journal...read the below.
A Christmas Sonnet
For One in Doubt
While you that in your sorrow disavow
Service and hope, see love and brotherhood
Far off as ever, it will do no good
For you to wear his thorns upon your brow
For doubt of him. And should you question how
To serve him best, he might say, if he could,
“Whether or not the cross was made of wood
Whereon you nailed me, is no matter now.”
Though other saviors have in older lore
A legend, and for older gods have died -
Though death may wear the crown it always wore,
And ignorance be still the sword of pride -
Something is here that was not here before,
And strangely has not yet been crucified.
- Edwin Arlington Robinson
Blessings to all.