{listener} There was a glitch in the service tonight…something essential wasn’t on the altar and the chalice bearer zipped out to get it. That took enough extra time that the organist added two carols, saying simply, “If you know it, sing it.” We did. One of them was Go, Tell It On the Mountain. 😊
{listener} So, I’m not yet asleep as I wait for medicine to hopefully work. Looks like we picked up the cold that PhD*Son was almost over when we visited on the weekend. Just hit late evening. I have a fever of 100°F and sore throat. Merry Christmas? Wondering how the day will go…but one thing is certain…I’ll be in PJs all day.
Thanks, Alan. It's just a mean cold. Temp was only up briefly, so we'll see how it progresses. Root*Center*Son (who also went to Maine) has it too, we we can still celebrate together today, as planned. Just slower...much slower. Ha!
A friend sent me an email today, letting me know that a poem I wrote a couple decades ago was featured in the program of Nine Lessons and Carols from King’s College, Cambridge, England!! I hope to get a link.
Out of the depth and quiet of this chill, stark night, a gnawing ache, a yearning deepens, rising like a threatening wave.
The young woman trembles. Every inmost part of her is shaken, all comfort broken. Her hand gropes for something firm to grasp, but all that was certain has become obscure, all encompassing, racked with pain. Scarcely able to catch her breath, ~ each wave is larger, more frightening than the last ~ as the great wave breaks over her, she is broken, momentarily forgetting what she accepted, what love she bears, yet choosing steadfastness when all seems lost.
Suddenly and completely she, still bathed in sweat, enfolds love in her arms, knows joy as one victorious, sees clearly as one who has been stretched and changed, that peace is always born of travail.
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ReplyDeleteThere was a glitch in the service tonight…something essential wasn’t on the altar and the chalice bearer zipped out to get it. That took enough extra time that the organist added two carols, saying simply, “If you know it, sing it.” We did. One of them was Go, Tell It On the Mountain. 😊
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ReplyDeleteSo, I’m not yet asleep as I wait for medicine to hopefully work. Looks like we picked up the cold that PhD*Son was almost over when we visited on the weekend. Just hit late evening. I have a fever of 100°F and sore throat. Merry Christmas? Wondering how the day will go…but one thing is certain…I’ll be in PJs all day.
That sounds like rather much for a cold; be well soon, listener.
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There is always Old Chrismas, January 6th.
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Oops--- Old ChrisTmas. My coffee hasn't kicked in yet.
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Thanks, Alan. It's just a mean cold. Temp was only up briefly, so we'll see how it progresses. Root*Center*Son (who also went to Maine) has it too, we we can still celebrate together today, as planned. Just slower...much slower. Ha!
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I'm not surprised. They might try closing their southern bordder.
DeleteMerry Christmas, everyone! Feel better, listener!
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A friend sent me an email today, letting me know that a poem I wrote a couple decades ago was featured in the program of Nine Lessons and Carols from King’s College, Cambridge, England!!
I hope to get a link.
{listener}
DeleteMeanwhile, this is the poem…
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(A poem for Christmas Eve)
Out of the depth and quiet
of this chill, stark night,
a gnawing ache, a yearning
deepens, rising
like a threatening wave.
The young woman trembles.
Every inmost part of her is
shaken, all comfort broken.
Her hand gropes for something firm to grasp,
but all that was certain has become
obscure, all encompassing,
racked with pain.
Scarcely able to catch her breath,
~ each wave is larger, more
frightening than the last ~
as the great wave breaks over her,
she is broken,
momentarily forgetting what she accepted,
what love she bears,
yet choosing steadfastness when all seems lost.
Suddenly and completely
she, still bathed in sweat,
enfolds love in her arms,
knows joy as one victorious,
sees clearly as one who has been
stretched and changed,
that peace is always
born of travail.
June M. Schulte
Gee!
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Hi everybody. Greetings of the Season. Somehow, Christmas snuck up on me.
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Merry Christmas everyone. It's been 38 hears since we celebrated the holiday in this household, but wishing the best to all.
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