For any birth makes an inconvenient demand;
Like all holy things
It is frequently a nuisance, and its needs never end;
Strange freedom it brings: we should welcome release
From its long merciless rehearsal of peace.
So Christ comes
At the iron senseless time, comes
To force the glory into frozen veins:
His warmth wakes
Green life glazed in the pool, wakes
All calm and crystal trance with living pains.
from the poem "Christmas and Common Birth" -- by Anne Ridler
2 comments:
What a blessing this was to me, on this quiet Christmas day. Thank you so much for posting this beautiful poem - and Merry Christmas to you!
Beautiful, both the picture and the poetry.
Merry Christmas to you, Laurie, from another TCK. I love finding people of my tribe! Thanks for the blogging friendship.
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