Christmas

  • Baby's hand holding man's finger
    Christmas,  Poetry

    Firstborn

    Mary’s first born - and so much more. A reflection on the ways in which Jesus is referred to as Firstborn.

  • Three wise men on camels
    Christmas,  Epiphany,  Poetry

    The Unwise Men

    It wasn’t like you think. To be honest, none of it was wise: following a moving star; hiding priceless treasures underneath our cloaks; affecting unfelt nonchalance through local warlords’

  • Christmas tree with golden baubles
    Christmas,  Poetry

    Saving Christmas

    It has gone to a far country, a place of reckless living and partying. There it has been lauded, desired, depended on for heightened pleasure, milked dry.

  • Bare winter trees at sunrise with ice and snow on ground
    Advent,  Christmas,  Poetry

    Elizabeth: on the journey to Christmas

    My husband lost his voice but I found mine. I had waited for his return from the city, expecting him to be full of news, full of the wonder of temple service, full of himself. Instead – nothing. No words, only a spreading of his arms, a soundless, impotent mouth, a wrinkled gaze of sadness, bewilderment, mute frustration with his own self.