Have yourself a merry little...

I'm not actually, by inclination or practice, xian. At all. But i love this poem, and i think i love it because what it describes is so...correct. When all the hoopla of 'the season' is beating us over the head, i like to think about when it was all *nothing*. When it was simply a strange blip in the day-to-day, and the world went on turning, much as it has always done.

I think, basically, what it means mostly to me is that it's all in your head. You give things power by *giving* the power - and you can take it away, too. I don't believe in a living divinity walking the earth as a child and then a man, but i *do* believe that the message was good: love, over everything and above all things. Love. It's all you need.

*sends it out*


This was the moment when Before
Turned into After, and the future's
Uninvented timekeepers presented arms.

This was the moment when nothing
Happened. Only dull peace
Sprawled boringly over the earth.

This was the moment when even energetic Romans
Could find nothing better to do
Than counting heads in remote provinces.

And this was the moment
When a few farm workers and three
Members of an obscure Persian sect
Walked haphazard by starlight straight
Into the kingdom of heaven.

BC:AD by U.A. Fanthorpe