In The Bleak Midwinter : Choir of Kings College, Cambridge

In the bleak mid-winter / Frosty wind made moan, / Earth stood hard as iron, / Water like a stone;/ Snow had fallen, snow on snow,/ Snow on snow, / In the bleak mid-winter / Long ago. Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him / Nor earth sustain; / Heaven and earth shall flee away / When He comes to reign: / In the bleak mid-winter / A stable-place sufficed / The Lord God Almighty, / Jesus Christ. Enough for Him, whom cherubim / Worship night and day, / A breastful of milk / And a mangerful of hay; / Enough for Him, whom angels / Fall down before, / The ox and ass and camel / Which adore. Angels and archangels / May have gathered there, / Cherubim and seraphim / Thronged the air, / But only His mother / In her maiden bliss, / Worshipped the Beloved / With a kiss. What can I give Him, / Poor as I am? / If I were a shepherd / I would bring a lamb, / If I were a wise man / I would do my part, / Yet what I can I give Him, / Give my heart.


The Friends

She writes, ‘Aloha my friend…’


To the ears, a sound so sweet

In these days, worthy of a tweet


Will that friendship always grow strong?

Unalloyed by acts that are wrong?


Sts. Martha and Mary, pray for us that our friendships be Bethany where the LORD is always welcome, the center, and the only One Thing Necessary.


Yes, the friendship that’s cherished

With its warmth that’s relished

Married to other people

There was once these two

It was said of them that they were true


Between them was a gulf so enormous

One hand had a rock so gorgeous


Yes true they were and they knew:


Bridging the chasm would lead to certain doom

With no return from the land of gloom.

Never sit down with a married woman,
or sit at table with her drinking wine,
in case you succumb to her charms,
and in your ardor you slide down to your ruin. – Si 9:9

Beauty is the Heart

Let me tell you a story about my friend.

This was the time when my friend lived on the Valley Isle

Who could enrich his terrible poverty of loneliness?

How could he fill the hours that were idle?

Then one day providence shined upon him

Into their very home he was welcomed

Thereupon on his lips broke a thanksgiving hymn

That family: their looks, living art

They were doubly blessed

They had true beauty. Their beauty was their heart.