I love Christmas Eve. It reminds me of cold, cold nights in my - TopicsExpress



          

I love Christmas Eve. It reminds me of cold, cold nights in my hometown, tumbling in and out of brightly lit and overwarm houses. Pausing to let my breath scrape against the silence in the dark outside. Carols on the breeze, gleaming hope like hors doeuvres on the special holiday platters. All this merry-making in the hope of a new spring. Magic. I wish you peace, tonight and always. And heres a gorgeous poem (sent to me today by the marvelous Sharon Kendrick) that captures it all much better than I ever could: Advent One last, silvered leaf fails to fall from its tree. A hard years winter has frozen your voice. You would still rejoice if you could sing, in your listening church - where candles thrill to their endings, lights brave lovers - gold carols this dark Advent; the hurt heart harkening; Lo! He comes with clouds descending. But there is the descant moon over our scarred world, its cold, pure breve, And you will sing to your child on Christmas Eve. Carol Ann Duffy From The Twelve Poems of Christmas Volume Six Candlestick Press
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 20:35:22 +0000

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