Advent by Stephen Leake
Somewhere your star-struck choir sings
As the evening unpeels our histories.
The world is here again!
I feel the breathing of yuletide fires,
The ribboned refrains of seasoned candles
And bars of voices beyond St. Stephen’s Wall.
The robin appears in a globe of joy
His carol negotiating wreaths of cloud
And tinsled cakes of snow.
We wing into the holy day
While the blinking eye of the gifting moon
Receives you at that vanishing point
On memory’s path:
Outlived by love Alone.
Source: http://www.christmas-time.com/adventleake.htm
"Shall we liken Christmas to the
web in a loom? There are many weavers,
who work into the pattern the experience of their lives. When one generation
goes, another comes to take up the weft where it has been dropped. The pattern
changes as the mind changes, yet never begins quite anew. At first, we are not
sure that we discern the pattern, but at last we see that, unknown to the
weavers themselves, something has taken shape before our eyes, and that they
have made something very beautiful, something which compels our
understanding."
-
Earl W. Count, 4,000 Years of Christmas
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