Sunday, December 7, 2008

The Maker's hand flung stars across the night
With angels bursting forth from galaxies
New music singing from the spheres in harmonies
That blessed the dancing of the first-born light.

And then the light was darkened by an earth
Dimmed by torn dreams, saddened by shrill pride.
Stars faded, lost their story, and died.
The dance distorted in strange lies and anger.

Love's hand again was lifted. In a manger
Again the Maker of the stars gave birth.
-Madelaine L'Engle-

1 comment:

  1. ¡Hola Mary! Encantada de que me visitaras y que te guste mi blog.
    Un gran beso desde Gran Canaria y Bienvenida, gracias.