Warmth and Awakening
posted by Armistead Booker | Thursday, December 24, 2009 | 0 comments
May this carol by 17th-century poet Robert Herrick (1591-1674) bring you a newfound joy, just as I get whenever I stand in front of the butterfly stained glass window that my grandmother commissioned for our church. She lead an effort to restore and refurnish the rooms surrounding the sanctuary... a dream that even after her passing was completed with splendid taste and care. Wishing each of you, near and far, the best and brightest of the season!
"A Christmas Carol, Sung to the King in the Presence at White-Hall"
Dark and dull night, fly hence away, and give the honour to this Day, that sees December turned to May. If we may ask the reason, say the why and wherefore all things here seem like the Spring-time of the year? Why does chilling Winter's morn smile like a field beset with corn? Or smell like to a Mead new-shorn, thus, on the sudden?
Come and see the cause, why things thus fragrant be: 'tis He is born, whose quickening birth gives life and luster, public mirth, to Heaven and the under-Earth. We see Him come and know him ours, who, with His sunshine and His showers turns all the patient ground to flowers.
The darling of the world is come and fit it is, we find a room to welcome Him. The nobler part of all the house here, is the heart. Which we will give Him, and bequeath the Holly, and this Ivy wreath, to do Him honour, who's our King, and Lord of all this reveling.