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Tuesday, December 25th, 2007 01:51 am
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
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Tuesday, December 25th, 2007 08:04 am (UTC)
That's very lovely and so true! I hope you find much joy in the new year!
Tuesday, December 25th, 2007 08:05 am (UTC)
Yep, and funny how basic things seem to become more meaningful as one ages. The solstice, when the light comes for such a short time and the night is so long. When the great turnings in the sky are immediate here and now. I like living in a northern land where the comings and goings of the sun are palpable and the land is an extended symbol of the meaning of sun and light and warmth, all made significant by their absence.
Tuesday, December 25th, 2007 08:42 am (UTC)
It's a gorgeous poem, I've loved it since I read it first (maybe years ago, I don't know but I'd assume that you somehow were instrumental in me seeing it, you usually are).

I think in the end it comes down to 'how dull, how horrible, how would your life be without love?'. Nothing worth living I'd imagine.

Happy Christmas darling and all my love.
Tuesday, December 25th, 2007 08:46 am (UTC)
That's pretty freakin' cool. Thanks for sharing.
Tuesday, December 25th, 2007 10:56 am (UTC)
Best of the season to you and yours.
Tuesday, December 25th, 2007 02:03 pm (UTC)
Happy Christmas, Sweetie!
Tuesday, December 25th, 2007 02:16 pm (UTC)
*luffs*

Have a wonderful day, babe. Full of warmth and laughter, joy and kisses and hugs.

As always, your friendship is the best gift I've ever received.

xoxo
Tuesday, December 25th, 2007 03:03 pm (UTC)
That's beautiful. Thank you.
Merry Christmas. And to MB too.
Tuesday, December 25th, 2007 03:17 pm (UTC)
I'm sad to hear that you don't worship me, but happy holiday-of-your-choice anyway. :)

~Xia
Tuesday, December 25th, 2007 04:05 pm (UTC)
It is a lovely poem.

*hugs* to you and yours. If Monstrous got her card, tell her we got rain! And more is coming! It is a good thing as we are sooo far behind.
Saturday, December 29th, 2007 02:31 am (UTC)
*laughs* It's okay, no apologies needed! I just wanted her to know that what I asked for came (and is still coming - we *almost* had snow even). I figured you guys got busy with weather of your own, plus the holidays.
Tuesday, December 25th, 2007 07:47 pm (UTC)
I have always loved this poem. Thank you. :)
And love, always, be with you and yours.
Tuesday, December 25th, 2007 10:37 pm (UTC)
very nice, thanks so much for posting this, happy holidays.
Wednesday, December 26th, 2007 01:17 am (UTC)
Wonderful poem! I'm adding it to my collection. I often ponder how these pivotal moments in time pass unnoticed by the majority. Have a happy day
Wednesday, December 26th, 2007 01:58 pm (UTC)
You really touched me with this because I had a moment a couple of days before Christmas, when listening to some carols on CD, that tears came to my eyes. While not a Christian either I have always held Christmas dear to my heart as a symbol of renewal, second chances, spiritual hope. This year it felt like that hopeful spiritual sense had been pretty much taken away from me by all the ugliness of some people on fundamentalist political right, using the Christian religion for their own nasty purposes. I think I've been turned against the Christian religion so much because of them that I've let it color my feelings against any good thing I've ever felt about it. And that hurts because there are some deeper meanings behind Christmas that I think go beyond the organized Christian church. It makes me cry again just thinking about it because it hurts me to lose that feeling that I can't even put into words, about Christmas and what it meant to me, but I am so repulsed by these awful people... I just can't even explain how torn I am.

I will read this poem again in hopes of regaining something of that feeling.
Wednesday, December 26th, 2007 02:28 pm (UTC)
Merry happy! Happy merry! Thank you for a wonderful year of fic!

Psssst.... you don't happen to want to hint about when the wee!wolf!chester story might be up, would you? *bounces up and down* *is obviously 12 years old* :D
Saturday, December 29th, 2007 06:12 am (UTC)
That is--amazing.

I've gotta find more of her/his work. It reminds me, for some reason, of Mark Strand's work. Only focused outward and backward (in the historical sense). Simple, economical, beautiful, subtle. Powerful.

That same taste of zen, but in two different directions. Humor hovering about the edges, directed as much at the poet as at anyone/thing else.

Must find more.
Tuesday, January 1st, 2008 01:42 am (UTC)
Hey!

i hope you have partied down with those you love and they have laughed with you!

May your year be blessed!

...will catch up soon - was due to comment on pt 11 and happy yuletide and stuff when family decended upon my humble home!! you know how it is :) hope the yule day was awesome too xxxx