Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

2 Christmas Limericks (Original)

At the dinner table tonight my mind began to think in verse…Lydia asked me if I was writing a limerick.  I was not, but then we began discussing the form of a limerick.  This is the result – two limericks (one fun and one serious):

The Christmas time is coming so nigh
Our children’s energy level so so high
Not long they might explode
Whats come of our abode?
Christmas please come, before we all die

Young Jesus was laid in a manger
Exposed in a world full of danger
He was born for the cross
Sinful shame now my loss
This babe welcomes me; once a stranger

(Lydia helped me with a few of the lines)

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“Wonder of All Wonders”

This comes to me by way of the Worship Quote of the Week.  This is a great poem for Christmas written by Timothy Dudley-Smith.

WONDER OF ALL WONDERS!

Wonder of all wonders!
that Christ should lay aside his crown
and to a fallen world come down,
and in a stable bleak and bare
should choose our human life to share,
and all for love,
for God is Love.

Wonder of all wonders!
that he to whom by right belongs
the praises heard in angels’ songs
should be the child the shepherds saw,
the Lamb of God amidst the straw,
and all for love,
for God is Love.

Wonder of all wonders!
that clear upon the cloudless skies
a star should shine to lead the wise,
whose myrrh and frankincense and gold
a kingly sacrifice foretold,
and all for love,
for God is Love.

Wonder of all wonders!
this child within the cattle stall
is he who died to save us all;
the risen Lord whom Mary bore,
whose life is ours for evermore,
and all for love,
for God is Love.

— Timothy Dudley-Smith, a carol for Christmas 2007, © 2007 Hope Publishing Company

What I’m Reading: Remembering

I just started reading Wendell Berry’s book Remembering. Remembering is about a farmer who loses his right hand in an accident and the resulting trouble that happens within his own heart and to those who suffer around him as a result. It’s a relatively short book at around 120 pages, but I am finding that I am reading sentences a little slower, for there is a depth to this narrative. Thus far, I am impressed with how Berry writes the main character. I find myself sympathetic to the plight of this man and all of the emotions he feels, but it also very hard to see him hurting his family, friends, and maybe most especially himself.

I’ll give you a few sentences from the early chapters of the book:

  • “It is dark. He does not know where he is. And then he sees pale light from the street soaking in above the drawn drapes. It is not light to see by, but only makes the darkness visible.”
  • “He continued by the help of time alone. He went on, not because he would not have stopped, but because nothing else would stop.”
  • “And he could be anybody in the world awake at night, looking out. ‘How much longer?’ he thinks. ‘When shall I arise, and the night be gone?'”

Here is a poem that I love, written by Berry, that appears after the title page:

Heavenly Muse, Spirit who brooded on
The world and raised it shapely out of nothing
Touch my lips with fire and burn away
All dross of speech, so that I keep in mind
The truth and end to which my words now move
In hope. Keep my mind within that Mind
Of which it is a part, whose wholeness is
The hope of sense in what I tell. And though
I go among the scatterings of sense,
The members of its worldly body broken,
Rule my sight by vision of the parts
Rejoined. And in my exile’s journey far
From home, be with me, so I may return.

Read more about Wendall Berry here.