Sunday, December 17, 2006

Suddenly There Was the Angel


And Suddenly, by the creche, on the altar tonight
in the overcrowded Christmas Eve church
a little velvet dressed girl, in green with white lace,
puts her cheek against a ceramic white lamb
and cuddles. This moment happens as suddenly
as the angels appeared in the heavens,
as suddenly as the multitude of heavenly host
praised God and tonight the congregation
watching the embrace of child with lamb
suddenly feels with our whole beings,
Glory to God in the highest heaven
and on earth peace to this child
and to us whom He favors

© 2004 Mary Elizabeth Lauzon

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More poems by Mary Lauzon here and here and here.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Christmas (an excerpt)


How did you find it
this ordinary stable
beachhead of peace
tabernacle place
God’s home invasion
snuggled down in hay of earth
with mother and father
back alley choir of angels
singing joy at your birth
a moment staked out in time
beneath the radar
of the Black Predator?

How did you find it
this ordinary night?

Low class shepherds
vision prod
left all to see
the birth of God

Star led wisemen
slipped street to street
seeking You
grasping an ancient
Sanskrit promise
any sacrifice was worth the chance
salvation had come

Star-maker long ago agreed
tonight He sends His Son
tonight all ordinary life is done.

© 2004 Charles Van Gorkom

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Charles Van Gorkom lives in northern BC. He is a bootmaker by trade. Read more of his contributions from A Night Not to be Silent here. Read more of his poems here.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

A Night Not To Be Silent (title poem)


Tell it
Sing it
Shout it
Stomp your feet
Clap your hands
Write about it
This night demands
that all know it
Christ is come –
the Son!

© 2004 by Darlene Moore Berg

A Night Not to be Silent

It was in the spirit of Christmas celebration that fellow poet Darlene Moore Berg suggested way back in Augustof 2004 that we members of Utmost Christian Writers Poetry Forum pool our efforts and put together a poetic Christmas greeting. Back then we emailed our poems to Darlene who, despite a schedule already full to bursting with pediatrician, parent, and child obligations, put them together in a booklet. Reading through that booklet has become part of my annual Christmas celebration.

Back in 2004 my fellow poets granted me permission to post some of the thoughtful and celebrative poems in that collection on my promptings blog. But that's so long ago, and I'd like to share them again. So in the coming days leading up to Christmas, I'm going to re-post some of those poems here at the poetry blog (along with links to more of the poets' works, if I have them). I hope you enjoy A NIGHT NOT TO BE SILENT!

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Christmas Echoes


Generous Christmas carries
Rare and radiant gift:
Gold, myrrh and frankincense begin
But thanks fall short, to our chagrin,
For Godhead wrapped in baby’s skin
Radiant, rare
Holy gift.

Celebrating Christmas raises
Green, green tree.
Hung with baubles, lights and balls,
On such a thing, my mind recalls,
He hung. A keen chills heaven’s halls
Green no more
Christmas tree.

Christmas berries gleam red
On holly dark, sharp.
Red the taper, red the sweet,
Red the bow holds gift complete
From that Gift red flowed head to feet
Berries on thorns,
Sharp thorns.

Christmas houses shimmer
Bright against snow.
So gleamed flocks of lambs and sheep
When glory shone into their sleep,
Bright angels guard while women weep.
Dazzling white,
Heaven’s light,
He has come back from the deep!
All made right. No more weep.

© 2002 - V. Nesdoly

Friday, December 01, 2006

Voetry?

Do you write verse or poetry? John Barr, president of the Poetry Foundation gives us his take on what separates the two in "Is It Poetry or Is It Verse?"

And in what seems almost like a companion article, "Disappearing Ink: Poetry at the End of Print Culture" Dana Gioia addresses, among many other things, the way popular poetry forms like rap, hip-hop and cowboy poetry attract enthusiastic followings vs. the way the literary poetry establishment continues to need propping up with public monies.