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25 December 2010

Christmas poem

Fear Not

I never saw an angel,
but I have seen the stars so terribly bright
I covered my ears to shield them from the piercing song;
the moon hurt my eyes with its white and awful face—
and knew if these came flaming down
the first chord that they sang
in hydrostatic harmony
would have to be: “Be not afraid”
and even so, the sidereal stab of joy
might kill me just like fear.
And that’s a death that I would love to die
each Christmastime.

1 comment:

Annelise Holwerda said...

This is really beautiful. I haven't seen real stars as bright as these.

Yet they aren't quite like echoes: real and beautiful creation, all the same :)

They always tell of the thing you're writing here as utterly true.