A Christmas gift to the AD Family
by John H Bidwell
Thursday, December 25, 2003
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I want to share this poem of my grandfather's, as it gives a wish better that I can for all of you.
The Christmas minstrel sings of merriment,
Candles at windows and the scent of pine,
Of cheer and feasting, comfort and content,
Tinsel and wreaths, a roasted fowl and wine,
Of warmth and crackling where the Yule log glows –
But there is more in Christmas than he knows:
A quiet ecstasy, a nameless thrill,
A glimpse beyond experience, a gleam
Of that fulfillment that eludes each dream;
Mysterious enchantment, deep and still...
An exaltation kindred to the light
Seen through cathedral windows, the bouquet
Of Benedictine; kindred to the white,
Slim contour of a lily, and away
O’re starlit snows the echo of a chime –
May these be yours at Christmas and all time!
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|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|This truly is a gift John, one you must be extremely proud of and deservedly so!Thank you for sharing, and may your Christmas and New Year be all you desire!|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Most beautiful poem John!!
Thanks for sharing this gift!!
|Reviewed by Leland Waldrip
|A beauty for Christmas. The apple falls not far from the tree once removed.
|Reviewed by Linda Hill
Merry Christmas to you and yours, my friend
|Reviewed by Tami Ryan
|Breathlessly beautiful, John. (Thanks, Grandfather!)
A most joyous season to you and yours,
|Reviewed by Jim Dunlap
|This is extremely nice. Why would he spoil it with an archaism which is totally unnecessary and incorrect as well? ( O're) You can say over there and it won't change anything. It is a lovely poem, nonetheless.|