BLEAK MIDWINTER

 

ugh, yes that's an exercise ball on my balcony

ugh, yes that’s an exercise ball on my balcony

This was the view from my bedroom window today.  I am always happy to see sunshine, but it was having difficulty streaming through this hazy filthy pane.  How does a second story window gets so disgustingly dirty anyway?  I’ll tell you, winter!  Winter is filthy and dirty, a vile season that is only tolerable when you have young children that enjoy playing in snow or when a lovely fresh snow falls to cover the nasty brown muck.

When winter arrives I am counting the days until spring on my rough withering fingers.  The cold extracts every last reserve of moisture I’ve managed to protect in my archives of youthfulness.

 

In the Bleak Midwinter

By Christina Rossetti

In the bleak midwinter, 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 midwinter, 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 midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.
Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.
Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, 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.
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