One of my favorites by Christina Rossetti. It was first published without a title in Time Flies: A Reading Diary in 1885. It was later included in the collection Verses in 1893 under the title “Christmastide.”
Here is a humble but moving version of the poem set to music you may enjoy.
Love came down at Christmas,
Love all lovely, love divine;
Love was born at Christmas,
Star and angels gave the sign.
Worship we the Godhead,
Love incarnate, love divine;
Worship we our Jesus:
But wherewith for sacred sign?
Love shall be our token,
Love shall be yours and love be mine,
Love to God and to all men,
Love for plea and gift and sign.
A few jewels on writing from Earnest Hemingway from his 1967 nonfiction piece By-Line.
“As a writer you should not judge. You should understand.”
“Listen now. When people talk listen completely. Don’t be thinking what you’re going to say.”
These admonitions apply not just to the writer’s attitude towards others but to her or himself as well! Avoid judgment, strive for understanding, listen, listen, listen. Above all, be kind.
Come visit me at From the Heart for October’s post and a perfect fall poem from Mary Oliver.
And visit here for some gorgeous reflections by Ray Bradbury on the role of love in creativity.
That my eyes open and close.
That my breath move in and out.
That my skin remain permeable and protective.
For hunger and repletion,
for gladness and grief,
for apples both silver and gold.
And for courage
for the dear heart
whose only way of being
© LAC 2014
It was all the first touch, the first taste.
There, on one branch–
the tight, sour,
intent with potential.
But farther on, there was something dark,
And there, in between,
something made of sun, soil, and sugar
whatever the fruit does
© LAC 8/14