Today is the traditional Feast of the Epiphany, when the Wise Men arrived to see and worship the baby Jesus. I wrote this Chaucerian stanza on Sunday, when the Epiphany was observed at Mass. The Magi certainly had a sense of anticipation as the journeyed such a long distance to find Jesus, and they were privileged to witness the unfathomable mystery of God becoming a human baby.
Astronomers who’d journeyed from afar
Rejoiced to lay their treasures at His feet,
Trusting there was a Light beyond their star:
True King and God, whom death could not defeat.
In Mary’s arms the Savior they did greet,
Their Lord, their great reward at journey’s end.
Now to all people Christ’s life still extends.
It’s often hard for me when it rains, but not always. Today seems to be pretty pleasant. 🙂
Water falls from the sky,
And I get to stay inside
Drinking coffee with a chocolate cookie
(Mom made popcorn on the stove
So we might watch a movie) —
We need no gloves, but blankets
Might be nice, and maybe we
Will light the candles tonight.
This morning, having filled up my previous poetry notebook, I started a new one. The first poem written in that book is an etheree about my new Advent Wreath. I was sitting right in front of it, so it was easy to be able to think of something. 😁
Appreciate the lights around the tree, Vivid, although the angel is not lit: Enjoy the many ornaments to see, Fighting against the dark a little bit. I care not for the products underneath The tree, but love which gifting represents Is precious and does lasting joy bequeath — This is the loveliest munificence. Continue reading →
Lower the Christmas decorations
From their place in the cabinets and rafters,
Raise voices in song and celebration
Even while decorating for that day,
Holding space inside hearts for the
Christ-child to come, even while
Mourning for too many saddening absences.
DVerse Poetics prompt: The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. As a lover of words (and of poetry), I definitely wanted to try this prompt! We are given a list of a few words from the book and are asked to choose at least one to include in our poem. Most of them are quite relatable, so it was hard to choose. This one relates to me, even today:
Craxis: the unease of knowing how quickly your circumstances could change on you- that no matter how carefully you shape your life into what you want it to be, the whole thing could be overturned in an instant.
Yesterday was Gaudete Sunday, which means Rejoice, and it is when the third candle, the rose-colored candle, of the Advent wreath is lit. You can see an Advent wreath (not mine) in the picture below. That inspired this décima, for Ronovan’s challenge. It didn’t rain last night, but it’s really gray out today and supposed to rain very soon. Rain tends to make things more difficult for my emotions, but we’ll hope for the best. 🙂
For today’s Flashback Friday, we are going waaay back, to January 17, 2014. This poem is titled, “Letter to the Future,” and I found it especially interesting because now I am living in the “future” to which it is addressed.