Vol 3 No. 51 A Season for His Birth

Dear folks,

The Lord consistently remind you of His presence and transforming relationship in this season of preparation and for His birth. A season for His birth and our rebirth.

I have selected three poems that are very meaningful to me at this time from a collection of poetry my mother gave me two years ago – The Lion Christian Poetry Collection.

Enjoy, be blessed, Holy is the Lord.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through Him, and without him nothing was made that was made. In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. . .

And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth.

John 1:1-4, 14.


In Christ,

Jeremy Bell


Salus Mundi

I saw a stable, low and very bare,

A little child in a manger.

The oxen knew him, had him in their care,

To men he was a stranger.

The safety of the world was lying there,

And the world’s danger.


Mary Coleridge

1861 – 1907


It is as if Infancy were the Whole of Incarnation

One time of the year

the new-born child

is everywhere,

planted in madonnas’ arms

hay mows, stables,

in palaces or forams,

or quaintly, under snowed gables,

Goths angular or baroque plump,

naked or elaborately swathed,

encircled by Della Robbia wreaths,

garnished with whimsical

partridges and pears

drummers and drums,

lit by oversize stars,

partnered with lambs,

peace doves, sugar plums

bells, plastic camels in sets of three

as if these were what we need

for eternity.


But Jesus the Man is not to be seen.

We are too wary, these days,

of beards and sandalled feet.


Yet, if we celebrate, let it be

that he

has invaded out lives with purpose,

striding over out picturesque traditions,

our shallow sentiment,

overturning our cash registers,

wielding his peace like a sword,

rescuing us into reality,

demanding much more

than the mild and the softness

and the mother warmth

of the baby in the storefront crèche,

(only the Mann would ask

all, of each of us)

reaching out

always, urgently with strong

effective love

(only the Man would give

his life and live

again for love of us).


Oh come, let us adore him –

Christ – the Lord.


Luci Shaw

20th century


Kid Stuff

The wise guys

tell me

that Christmas

is Kid Stuff…

Maybe they’ve got

something there –

Two thousand years ago

three wise guys

chased a star

across a continent

to bring

frankincense and myrrh

to a Kid

born in a manger

with an idea in his head…

And as the bombs


all over the world today

the real wise guys know

that we’ve all got to go

chasing stars


in the hope

that we can get back

some of that

Kid Staff

born two thousand years ago.


Frank Horne

20th century