Gold
This poem concludes a trilogy of poems over the last three Christmases. For 2009 and 2010 see Myrrh and Frankincense. —– All I have wanted for two years and three months is treasure; Not wrapped and buried in a chest under …
Tag: Myrrh
Frankincense
Last year we had Myrrh, this year Frankincense. — How sweet the smell rising to the heavens. A priest at work Offering thanks and sacrifice. Round the altar a choir with ten thousand wings and countless mouths sings Hallelujah; Hallelujah …
Myrrh
Lay me down Wrap me tightly and constrict my movement. Not so much that I cannot breath but as close as possible to that point of no return that at times it seems there is little difference. Is this comfort? …
Christmas Carols
Sang my first Christmas Carols this year at the Tuesday Lunches Christmas Meal, the last ever outing of our lunch club that has been going for over two decades. Although our first offering completely failed the Nick Baines orthodoxy test, …