Quote of the moment

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

-Wendell Berry: The Peace or the Wild Things

Dec 21, 2009

Silent Night

Silent Night, Holy Night
All is Calm, All is Bright
Hear the voices as they ring
Happiness and joy the bring
As the Silence strangles thought
For those which are only alone
Living the rewards of choice
Briars it seems all they have sown
The Silence of peace
They cannot share
Silence of aloneness
Beyond ability to bear

Silent Night, Holy Night
Gentle chimes, Say all is right
Round yon table loved ones meet
Join in joys as plans complete
While the Silence is pierced
By the Voices without rest
Very thoughts they consume
All Hopes become their fest
Voice of the angel host
For some always denied
Dreams of that One Day
Once more the world lied

And that Silent Night
Such a Holy Night
Another night to dread
In a night that is dead
Rules by the Voices of none
Hearing those songs, never sung
Seeing that mantel of life
On which the future was hung
But the gift was not returned
It was a lie that it would be fair
In the end, in the end
The night does not care

And the Silent Night, Holy night
All is calm, all is bright
All is well,
As the torture
Stays out of sight.



G - December 2009
Posted by Gooseman at 10:20 AM

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