Posted by on Dec 22, 2009 in Reflections | 6 comments

Christmas tree

Of course I love this one …


by Anne Porter

When the snow is shaken

From the balsam trees

And they’re cut down

And brought into our houses


When clustered sparks

Of many-colored fire

Appear at night

In ordinary windows


We hear and sing

The customary carols


They brings us ragged miracles

And hay and candles

And flowering weeds of poetry

That are loved all the more

Because they are so common


But there are carols

That carry phrases

Of the haunting music

Of the other world

A music wild and dangerous

As a prophet’s message


Or the fresh truth of children

Who though they come to us

From our own bodies

Are altogether new

 With their
small limbs

And birdlike voices


They look at us

With their clear eyes

And ask the piercing questions

God alone can answer.

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