In the bleak midwinter, frost wind made moan,
earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
in the bleak midwinter, long ago.
Our God, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain;
heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
the Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.
Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
but his mother only, in her maiden bliss,
worshiped the beloved with a kiss.
What can I give him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
if I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
yet what I can I give him: give my heart.
Poem by Christina G. Rossetti (1830-1894); Music by Gustav Holst (1874-1934)
The snow sparkled this morning under a bright blue sky. Thankfully, daylight hours begin to lengthen tomorrow. Now that's cause for celebration!
Monday, December 21, 2010
Mea Culpa
I cannot blame poor health for the lack of a post yesterday. At the end of the day, I didn't have a photo and I was too lazy to go out and find one. Shame on me.
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