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A Christmas Eve meditation

December 24, 2013

On this Christmas Eve, here is a poignant meditation by the Welsh poet R.S. Thomas (1913-2000).

And God held in his hand
A small globe. Look he said.
The son looked. Far off,
As through water, he saw
A scorched land of fierce
Colour. The light burned
There; crusted buildings
Cast their shadows: a bright
Serpent, A river
Uncoiled itself, radiant
With slime.

On a bare
Hill a bare tree saddened
The sky. many People
Held out their thin arms
To it, as though waiting
For a vanished April
To return to its crossed
Boughs. The son watched
Them. Let me go there, he said.


Arise, shine, for your light is come! Merry Christmas!