"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas"...not. Brown grass, no snow, leaves blowing about, no Christmas decorations, Advent neither, in The Little House. Christmas shopping complete, all done online, never entering a store. No Christmas baking. Just over a week until Christmas eve. As a boy it took forever for Christmas to come and now it seems to arrive again in a couple of weeks. My condo's not decorated either but it's occupied by family in Minneapolis for medical attention.
Now I will bring out the Christmas music on CDs to make it feel more like Christmas. The six in my immediate family are being extremely careful so we can be together a few days at Christmas. This is feasible becasue the 3 working adults work from home and the students study at home. More of my good fortune.
Here's a bit of poetry for the season!
Rowan Williams
Advent Calendar
He will come like last leaf’s fall.
One night when the November wind
has flayed the trees to bone, and earth
wakes choking on the mould,
the soft shroud’s folding.
He will come like frost.
One morning when the shrinking earth
opens on mist, to find itself
arrested in the net
of alien, sword-set beauty.
He will come like dark.
One evening when the bursting red
December sun draws up the sheet
and penny-masks its eye to yield
the star-snowed fields of sky.
He will come, will come,
will come like crying in the night,
like blood, like breaking,
as the earth writhes to toss him free.
He will come like child.
Takk for alt,
Al
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