06 January 2009

Thy Nativity, O Christ our God

Sorry, dear readers, I'm afraid I have no time for a proper post today. This may well be the busiest Christmas eve I've ever seen. I will, however, give you a short poem by the incomparable Chesterton:

'A Child of the Snows'
Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936)

There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim,
And never before or again,
When the nights are strong with a darkness long,
And the dark is alive with rain.

Never we know but in sleet and in snow,
The place where the great fires are,
That the midst of the earth is a raging mirth
And the heart of the earth a star.

And at night we win to the ancient inn
Where the child in the frost is furled,
We follow the feet where all souls meet
At the inn at the end of the world.

The gods lie dead where the leaves lie red,
For the flame of the sun is flown,
The gods lie cold where the leaves lie gold,
And a Child comes forth alone.

To all of those celebrating the Holy Nativity of our Lord, God, and Saviour, Jesus Christ, many years with the feast. Christ is born! Glorify Him!

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