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Why a face with eyes of azure? Staring gates of open pleasure. Why the sound of whistling, whining, soft and high, low and dying? Why the grasp of understanding with lips and tongue all underlying? Why smell's sense of familiarity, pleasant, pungent, and vulgarity? Why expression, eye brows, forehead? Written, scribbled, self-suggestive. Oh, the
The story of Christmas is one of stark contrast. In both the event of the Incarnation and the history of the holiday to commemorate it, very different things are brought into close proximity. Whether from gnostic philosophy, rigorous pietists, or totalitarian regimes, Christmas celebrations have been a continual source of criticism and controversy since the
I was recently made aware of the passing of a former schoolmate from Junior High. We attended the same grade and had some common friends, but we were not personally close.
Ireland~800 AD The rich, melodious voices rose up together in unison. The high vaulted stone walls echoed and rebounded the graceful song. In the church, hundreds of candles lighted the vaulted chamber giving it a holy, almost ethereal beauty. One by one, the hooded monks walked slowly into the chapel, their chant filling the air.
Oh the sunrise! That painting in the sky!
Our first poem for this Christmas season talks about the 400 years of silence before Christ's birth.
