Been snowing really steady (for the deep south) here for the past hour or two.
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It's still snowing here!!!!
Holy lamb
See the world we started
Is it so low again
Like a light that's lost upon the stage
So the more it shines, it goes away
Surely then
See the curtain rising to show us once again
All the magic of the earth and the skies
See the more we find
The more we realize
That every time
See the laws of nature keep telling us like a friend
It's the spirit of emotion dancing to the wind
High above
High above
So sure inspired again
I can tell a new story now
Can we see through this mask of uncertainty
Surely now
How can it be so hard when all there is to know
Don't be afraid of letting go
It takes a loving heart
To see and show
This love
For our own ecology
Hold the light
Hold the light
Out of love we'll come a long long glorious way
At the start of every day
A child begins to play
And all we need to know
Is that the future is a friend of yours and mine
Through long December nights we talk in words of rain or snow,
while you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as you go.
Why not spare a thought this day for those who have no flame
to warm their bones at Christmas time?
Say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.
Now as the last broad oak leaf falls, we beg: consider this:
there's some who have no coin to save for turkey, wine or gifts.
No children's laughter round the fire, no family left to know.
So lend a warm and a helping hand:
say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.
As holly ...... and ivy clings, your fate is none too clear.
The Lord may find you wanting, let your good fortune disappear.
All homely comforts blown away and all that's left to show
is to share your joy at Christmas time
with Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.
Through long December nights we talk in words of rain or snow,
while you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as you go.
Why not spare a thought this day for those who have no flame
to warm their bones at Christmas time?
Say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.
Now is the solstice of the year,
winter is the glad song that you hear.
Seven maids move in seven time.
Have the lads up ready in a line.
Ring out these bells.
Ring out, ring solstice bells.
Ring solstice bells.
Join together beneath the mistletoe.
by the holy oak whereon it grows.
Seven druids dance in seven time.
Sing the song the bells call, loudly chiming.
Ring out these bells.
Ring out, ring solstice bells.
Ring solstice bells.
Praise be to the distant sister sun,
joyful as the silver planets run.
Seven maids move in seven time.
Sing the song the bells call, loudly chiming.
Ring out those bells.
Ring out, ring solstice bells.
Ring solstice bells.
Ring on, ring out.
Ring on, ring out.
I interpret this as kinda anti-Christmas, but I may be wrong. Still a good tune.
They said there'll be snow at Christmas
They said there'll be peace on Earth
But instead it just kept on raining
A veil of tears for the Virgin birth
I remember one Christmas morning
A winters light and a distant choir
And the peal of a bell and that Christmas Tree smell
AND EYES full of tinsel and fire
They sold me a dream of Christmas
They sold me a Silent Night
And they told me a fairy story
'Till I believed in the Israelite
And I believed in Father Christmas
And I looked to the sky with excited eyes
'Till I woke with a yawn in the first light of dawn
And I saw him and through his disguise
I wish you a hopeful Christmas
I wish you a brave New Year
All anguish pain and sadness
Leave your heart and let your road be clear
They said there'll be snow at Christmas
They said there'll be peace on Earth
Hallelujah Noel be it Heaven or Hell
The Christmas we get we deserve
They said there'll be snow at Christmas
They said there'll be peace on Earth
But instead it just kept on raining
A veil of tears for the Virgin birth
I remember one Christmas morning
A winters light and a distant choir
And the peal of a bell and that Christmas Tree smell
AND EYES full of tinsel and fire
They sold me a dream of Christmas
They sold me a Silent Night
And they told me a fairy story
'Till I believed in the Israelite
And I believed in Father Christmas
And I looked to the sky with excited eyes
'Till I woke with a yawn in the first light of dawn
And I saw him and through his disguise
I wish you a hopeful Christmas
I wish you a brave New Year
All anguish pain and sadness
Leave your heart and let your road be clear
They said there'll be snow at Christmas
They said there'll be peace on Earth
Hallelujah Noel be it Heaven or Hell
The Christmas we get we deserve
And did those feet in ancient time,
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the Holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of Fire!
I will not cease from mental fight;
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Til we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.
This is a Christmas poem I wrote one year. I forget exactly what I was going for in this one, other than a kind of universal spirit for the real meaning of Christmas and also how nice it would be if all children were to be treated with the same reverence and kindness that is offered up for Jesus in all of our Christmas tales and fables.
For Your Children
I will tell you
how we mothers sat
by the mangers.
The light shined
on sleeping horses
with their manes like
burnished straw.
The warm breath of the oxen
that curled through wide nostrils
as an endless tide, a rhythm.
The vibrations of curious
cats converted by nightfall
into wisps of fur and bone.
The dogs lingered outside
the stable, slender
warders of the cattle
and past the lights in every window
of the inns
(which welcomed weary travelers home)
fell the footsteps of
our passing.
When our night began
we mothers
watched the stars
point brightly above us
offering east and west and
the Northern star aglow.
Wondering why
we, as forsaken wanderers
should not be proud to rest our heads
there in the silken hay.
And yes I will tell you
from far off
back in the breath of winter
so long ago
how we sat
reflective and watching all
those children being born.
Anna
For Your Children
I will tell you
how we mothers sat
by the mangers.
The light shined
on sleeping horses
with their manes like
burnished straw.
The warm breath of the oxen
that curled through wide nostrils
as an endless tide, a rhythm.
The vibrations of curious
cats converted by nightfall
into wisps of fur and bone.
The dogs lingered outside
the stable, slender
warders of the cattle
and past the lights in every window
of the inns
(which welcomed weary travelers home)
fell the footsteps of
our passing.
When our night began
we mothers
watched the stars
point brightly above us
offering east and west and
the Northern star aglow.
Wondering why
we, as forsaken wanderers
should not be proud to rest our heads
there in the silken hay.
And yes I will tell you
from far off
back in the breath of winter
so long ago
how we sat
reflective and watching all
those children being born.
Anna
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