Holiday Greetings!
Would love to report that I'm perched by the fireplace, woolen-shawl-wrapped and book in hand, sipping cinnamon tea while my sparkly and symmetrically decorated Christmas tree winks from the corner...
Alas, I'm burning the candle at both ends with piles of to-do's around still to be done. You?
Well, even in the chaos, I am grateful for the wonderful folks who people and interrupt my life, and for the light they share and reflect from the Source.
Those Victorians knew how to wax eloquently about the holiday. Below is a poem from the December 26, 1896 edition of
GOLDEN DAYS for Boys and Girls published in Philadelphia by James Elverson. This is the newsprint magazine that yielded those mini-ornament found poems from a couple of weeks ago. In fact, would you believe I found one more teeny frame this week in my studio? I'm sure this is the last one like this. Missing its wee bit of hardware, but I improvised.
First, the poem by George Cooper (American, 1840-1927), who wrote many song lyrics:
 
CHRISTMAS
A world of white that flushes with the smiles
of morn;
A gladsome whisper breathing what to
earth befell -
The babe - the loving Saviour in the manger
born
And the bells up in the steeple ringing
ding, dong, bell!
A message form the forest clad in icy mail;
A twitter from a birdie that its glee must
tell;
A rousing crow from far and near the dawn
to hail,
And the bells up in the steeple ringing
ding, dong, bell!
Oh, gentle breath of kindness on the ting-
gling air!
Oh, the gleaming sky that weaves its pure and
holy spell!
Oh, rippling laugh of childhood waking
everywhere!
And the bells up in the steeple ringing
ding, dong, bell!
The patter over all the world of little feet;
Ah, ringed is wintry earth with joy no
heart may tell!
And so the year is rounded with delight so
sweet,
And the bells up in the steeple ringing
ding, dong, bell!
"A merry, merry Christmas!" pipe the winds
at play;
"A merry, merry Christmas!" echo vale and
dell;
"A merry, merry Christmas!" dancing wave-
lets say,
With the bells up in the steeple ringing
ding, dong, bell!Mr. Cooper seems to have enjoyed exclamation points, perhaps even more than I do. (!) I must admit being smitten, though, by "the forest clad in icy mail" and those "dancing wavelets." Lovely.
Elsewhere in this edition I did clip one more found poem ornament, dangling in the photo above. This one reads:
passion
is contagious,
be merry
For this one day,
be merry with heart(This came from a little editorial section without direct attribution, just titled, "MERRY CHRISTMAS.") Thanks to you all for buying up the micro-found-poem trio of ornaments I featured before;
this one's in my Etsy shop if anyone's interested - ;0) . I posted a few "process" pictures over on
my art blog today http://artsyletters.com/?p=1271 .
Whatever your own faith tradition, I wish you at least a few exclamation-point-worthy moments of delight this season, especially in a world with so many dark corners. I'm sure you'll find all kinds of enlightenment over at
Check it Out , where the always-creative Jone has our Roundup this week, and an invitation for a poem postcard exchange sure to brighten the darkest days of winter. (Enjoy her own beautiful haiku in the examples, too!)
[Friday morning update - a wonderful Poetry Friday person snatched up the new ornament early; thank you! Also, hitting the road for a family wedding today - will keep all in thoughts even if my responses are delayed. ] Read More