Tag: Christmas
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Three Wise Men
The heights were cold in the old bones,the lowland warmthe desert hot in the dayand freezing by night.Still they came, a paradeseeking God, who had called themwith a star. Many a night huddled for warmth,they sought other signsbut only a star in a cold bright skyanswered them with mystery. Many months passed and many sights…
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Christmas 2024
The cold is slowing our brains as we sit in unheated homes the dirty water in our mains, and still bitter Covid roams. — Children wanting this and that, poor parents pulled into a trap, Grandparents only affording tat, and still the prices – where’s the cap? — There’s a Christmas sparkly Fairy, and lights…
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Christmas Then and Now
Homeless, hunted, humans and animals, food was scarce in the poor shelter, and life was cheap to the powers that oppress. —– Pregnant in a wasteland, like herded animals, giving birth to children. For what fair future? In a desert of war and violent vengeance. — Babies first breath, hushed in fearfulness, a mother fears…
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The Wise Men
It was slow and cold over the malevolent mountains where icicle adorned camels tread on vague suspicions of trails. Their bitter breath freezing in the air and each of us huddled gasping against the icy blasts. The camps were hard; starting a fire and hiding under the rough rugs and skins, sheltering under the lee…
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Christmas, what’s the point?
The lonely are lonelier, the poor – even poorer, the weak are slowly weaker, the spoiled are so spoiled. And there is a place where you are either outside or in. And no- one asks you to enter. —– The sad are even sadder, the glad somewhat gladder, the fearful – more fearing. The workers…
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Mercilessly the virus pursues us and prunes life on earth, Masks are worn and relationships torn and born on the net. Massive queues by the hospital to see the overworked staff. Moment by moment worsening ’til Covid conversations are Mixed with Christmas Greetings and curtains closely drawn. —— Many people are working to avoid the…
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Christmas Threatened- Bah Humbug ?
She reached for the plain bread to lay it out. One slice each with beans off a far Foodbank. The disappointed children eat without pleasure, and look with eyes that show meagre years of Tory rule. ==== The face of plenty stares at them from the news- paper stand – jolly eyes like Santa with…
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Ghosts of Christmas
They politely exercise their prero -gatives by sitting on our beds when we crack open an urgent eye to begin the day. They come to us in each piece of wrapping paper and gift, the stockings on the mantelpiece breaking open wounds and joys and hurts and crazy memories of floundering ———— in…
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The Shepherds
Did the star, so bright, kill the night? The baby silent in submission to the hands of unloved men and women? Did angels hover and sing so sweetly? Filling the sky with their susurration, articulating the glory of an organic God? ================================ Did Mary know that the sweat, pain and agony of giving birth; was…
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