May your hearths and hearts burn bright with Hope for 2022…
Friday, December 31, 2021
Monday, December 27, 2021
Friday, December 24, 2021
Christmas : Love Came Down
I do not want a pristine Christmas this year
I want Mary, Joseph, and Jesus
by the absence of family.
I want the scent of blood and afterbirth
and animal sweat and manure
(heavy and dank from a hotelier
who had to prepare rooms for an onslaught
of census guests, not to muck out a shed
for the birth of the King of kings).
I want shepherds with sand and grass
clinging to the haste of their sandals
perspiration staining the arms of rough cloaks.
And later, kings, diminished
by an arduous journey resembling
more mendicants than one percenters.
I want the moan of Mary in the cramping pain \
of the spent uterus
the dumbness of Joseph, struck
by his paternal uselessness
the fumbling mutters of the shepherds
still reeling from those loud, blinding angels
and kings, struggling to apologize
for the gifts, not fit for [this holy] scene.
I want Jesus, wailing at being dislodged
from his throne and the embryonic bliss
I want the Creator of the world wrapped
in ragged strips of cloth, now stained with urine and stool.
I do not want a pristine Christmas this year.
I want one I know.
Monday, December 20, 2021
Love Come Down
Tuesday, December 7, 2021
Christmas at Kings Landing
|The old ribbon caught my eye|
|The simpler the better…|
|Through the berries|
|The door to Kings Head Inn. The site offers Christmas meals with period entertainment, candlelight, story telling and sherry.|
|This is the result of a cookie swap. New Brunswick is in love with butter tarts at Christmas. I made German|
Vanillekipferl- a buttery cookie with vanilla sugar and ground almonds but I used pecans.