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Poem for the Day

Posted: 24 December 2014

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
"Now they are all on their knees,"
An elder said as we sat in a flock...
By the embers in hearthside ease.

We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.

So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
"Come; see the oxen kneel,

"In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,"
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so’

The Oxen
Thomas Hardy

Christmas Haiku #23

Posted: 23 December 2014

For each home a song,
Sung with joy and family love,
Now when Christmas comes.

For the troubled peace,
Shining through the darkest night,
Now when Christmas comes.

For the broken, hope,
Healing for the damaged soul,
Now when Christmas comes.

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day

Posted: 23 December 2014

When the night is deep
With the sense of Christmas
And expectancy hangs heavy...
On every breath,
Behold I stand at the door and knock.

When the floor is knee deep
In discarded wrapping paper
And the new books are open at page one
And the new toys are already broken,
Behold, I stand at the door and knock.

When the family is squashed
Elbow to elbow
Around the table
And the furious rush for food is over
And the only word that can describe the feeling
Is full,
Behold, I stand at the door and knock.

And when Christmas is over
And the television is silent
For the first time in two days
And who sent which card to whom
Is forgotten until next year,
Behold, I stand at the door.

And when the nation has finished celebrating
Christmas without Christ
A birthday
Without a birth
The coming of a kingdom
Without a King
And when I am
Forgotten
Despised
Rejected
Crucified -

Behold, I stand.

Behold I Stand
Gerard Kelly

Christmas Haiku #22

Posted: 22 December 2014

The longest night past,
A new day, a promised hope,
New light to the world.

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day

Posted: 22 December 2014

It's Christmas, season of wild bells
And merry carols. On the floor
Are gifts in pretty paper shells....
It's Christmas, season of wild Belle's
Big party. George's stomach swells
With ale: his wife's had even more.
It's Christmas, season of wild belles,
And merry Carol's on the floor.

Christmas Triolet
Wendy Cope

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