A Christmas Day Poem 2020
a bruised reed honking like a goose at the thin beginning of a saxophone; the wick of a star still smouldering above a town famous for its paranormal astronomy; a midwife cow; a shrine of straw, and all of us linked in together locked down in houses far apart asking ourselves “what child is this inside my chest who still fears the night and loneliness?” it’s forever happening— our growing up our growing into a higher order understanding of the fragile smouldering in the sky that guides us to the light we share. We’re here apart. It’s Christmas 2020. It’s hard but not unhappy. Things never turn out, thank God, the way our pouting little imaginations insist they should.
Friederika Priemer
Posted at 05:02h, 26 DecemberA Merry and Blessed Christmas to you from Cologne/Germany. And a Happy AND Healthy (!) New Year!
Kind regards,
Friederika Priemer, Nonni’s fan, i.e. fan of the famous but forgotten Icelandic author and Jesuit Fr. Jón Svensson SJ, born in 1857 in Iceland, died 1944 in Cologne. On his world trip at the age of 80 (!) he visited Fordham University in New York from where he travelled via St. Paul, Winnipeg, and Denver to San Francisco where he spent Christmas in the year 1936. In spring 1937 he travelled on to Japan where he stayed and worked a full year before returning back to London via China, Shanghai, Hongkong, Colombo, Port Said and the Mediterranean Sea thus completing his world trip! Unfortunately he is hardly known in the US…
Donna Zeolla
Posted at 07:07h, 26 DecemberYes!
Peter Bisson
Posted at 09:07h, 26 DecemberThank you very much Greg!
Jim Radde
Posted at 13:46h, 26 DecemberMerry Christmas Greg.