Tuesday, December 3, 2024

Sunday, December 1, 2024

Ordinary Time and Advent: A Diptych or a Dipstick or something - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

 

Ordinary Time and Advent: as a Diptych or a Dipstick or Something

 

I. The Last Day in Ordinary Time

 

Time is not at all ordinary, of course

It is an ordinal of flowing days

Whose current in its journey swims among

The well-marked seasons of sacred observances

 

Advent into and through Christmas and its promise

Lent into and through Easter and its fulfillment

Cycles of seasons, penance, and merry feasts

Each as a step in the great dance of Creation

 

All seasons echo God’s eternal rhyme

Blessing our senses with His created time

 

 

II. This is When You Light That First Candle Against Darkness

 

Ordinary Time is now as summer’s lost leaves

Autumn has fallen into fogs and frosts

Pale sunshine flickers from shallow angles all day

Marking out the road to Bethlehem

 

Before the Altar in the parish church

A wreath is set with four candles to light

The first one today and a second next week

A third, a fourth, and then at last the Stable

 

The Stable at last, where the universe sings

The happy Desire of all our wanderings

Wednesday, November 27, 2024

The Mostest Magicalist Familiestest Christmas Ever - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

The Mostest Magicalist Familiestest Christmas Ever

 

She will make this the most magical family Christmas ever

With the perfect tree

The perfect gifts

The perfect table

The perfect meal

The perfect ambience

The perfect decorations

 

A memory worthy of inclusion in a Hallmark movie

She will make this the most magical family Christmas ever

 

No matter how many children she reduces to tears for it

Sunday, November 24, 2024

Algebra is not in the Bible - poem

  

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Algebra is not in the Bible

 

Jesus never said unto us, “Solve for X”

If algebra were real, the apostolic succession

Of bishops would have told us about it

(After 2,000 years of committee meetings)

 

I miss Bob Newhart

Saturday, November 23, 2024

You are Civilization's Quiet Contemplative - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

You are Civilization’s Quiet Contemplative

 

 

I send Love’s name into the world with wings

 

-Thomas Merton, “A Psalm”

 

 

Into your pocket you slip a volume of verse

To feel and smell and breathe the words of others

And paper and pen are ready to your hand

To limn an errant dream as it whispers by

 

You take a roadside turning known only to you

Recusing yourself from busy-ness for awhile

To sigh upon a grassy bank and simply be

And rescue civilization from itself

 

With words you embrace the entirety of life

(But don’t forget your British Army Knife)

Still Listening to the Warm - poem

  

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Still Listening to the Warm

 

Rod McKuen was the coolest of the cool

And now he’s not

Which makes him warmer than ever

On the pencil-marked pages of our youth

 

“Listen to the Warm” is still good advice

“Now, Therefore, Write for Yourselves This Song” - poem

  Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Dispatches for the Colonial Office   “Now, Therefore, Write for Yourselves This Song”      - Deuteronomy ...