Monday, 24 December 2012

Christmas Eve: The Stable


The Stable
The winds were scornful,
Passing by;
And gathering Angels
Wondered why
A burdened Mother
Did not mind
That only animals
Were kind
For who in all the world
Could guess
That God would search out

       Sr. M. Chrysostom, O.S.B.

Reach preparing scenery for the Crib Service - including the Stable


So here we are on Christmas Eve, and hopefully in the midst of the frantic last minute preparations, or perhaps during a few moments during a crib servive, we can try to imagine how Mary felt. This season especially we try and get things just right, and perhaps this is a time to realize that love and kindness matter, not whether you have matching napkins.
We need also to think about all those like Mary who are facing this time of year in unexpected places or without the people they love


Dwell in our hearts this day
Fill us with your love
Help us to see what really matters
Love, hope and joy
People to be with and a roof over our heads
Keep our expectations real
And our faith in all you bring

Sunday, 23 December 2012

Poem for 4th Sunday of Advent: You Give Too Much, Lord


You Give Too Much, Lord

You ask too much Lord, you ask too much.

You ask everything, my first thought,
my last words. You ask 24/7.
You strip me down to nuts and bolts and want my
ruthless trust, strenuous wholeness,
  deep repentance, heartfelt yearning,
patient caring, prayerful waiting,
gritty goodness, generous giving,
joy in hardship, life-long worship.

You ask too much, Lord, you ask too much
But to whom else shall I go?
Keep asking Lord, keep asking.

You give too much, Lord, you give too much
You craft me slowly, hand-on Potter,
gifting me with full-blown freedom
deep-sown wholeness, tender presence,
love past reason, peace in turmoil,
life-long friendships, light and laughter,
wholesome purpose, joy in nature,
radiant future, Love’s arms waiting.

You give too much, Lord, you give too much
Keep giving , Lord, keep giving

Ruth Guy
Stoke Charity, Winchester, England


The whole message of Advent is moving toward the greatest gift of all in the birth of Christ. This poem speaks to me of the whole-life adventure that is faith. What we are asked to give and what we receive work together to form a whole person. The giving and the receiving are both costly, but it is what makes you fully alive.


Lord, help us to receive your gifts of love and enter into the freedom of faith. Help us to respond to all that you ask of us, finding our true selves in the joy of responding to your call. Amen

Saturday, 22 December 2012

Advent poem for 22nd December - The Wicked Fairy at the Manger


The Wicked Fairy at the Manger
My gift for the child:
No wife, kids, home;
No money sense. Unemployable.
Friends, yes. But the wrong sort - 
The workshy, women, the ill
Petty infringers of the law, persons
With notifiable diseases,
Poll tax collectors, tarts;
The bottom rung.

........His end?
I think we'll make it
Public, prolonged, painful.

Right, said the baby. That was roughly
What we had in mind. 

UA Fanthorpe 


This poem picks up the theme of the pantomimes, the wicked fairy trying to make life difficult. But what the poem reminds us that when Christ came, he knew exactly what was coming, that his life wouldn’t be a fairy tale, he could have changed things, but He didn’t, He came anyway, because of His love for us.


We thank you for coming
For living among us
Despite the way we treated you, 
The scorn, the violence and the pain
Thank you for your love and for paying the ultimate sacrifice

Friday, 21 December 2012

Advent poem for 21st December: Christmas Bells by Longfellow


"I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till, ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said;
"For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men!"

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


We may walk round humming carols and thinking loving thoughts but the harsh fact remains that all over the world, every day, people are dying in acts of violence.
We would be foolish to think that it will all stop for Christmas, but what we need to do is hang on in faith to that promise, that is described in the last verse, there will be justice, and there will be peace.


We think of all those who are away from home in areas of conflict
We think of all those who have lost someone they have loved in war or other acts of violence
We ask that your love and hope with act as a guiding light to all those who need it

Thursday, 20 December 2012

Advent poem for 20th December: There is a God whose light shines in every darkness


There is a God whose light shines in every darkness
There is a God who hears every lament
There is a God who transforms even the deepest grief
Therefore you have hope:
You shall sing again, but with a different tune
You shall dance again, but with a different step
You shall laugh again, but with a different breath
Not yet, but one day,
For there is a God who heals your wound with the gentlest hand.

Michael Mitton


This may seem a mournful poem to have so close to Christmas, but I think that Advent is a time that encourages us to reflect on the last year. Many of us have suffered loss, perhaps bereavement, or a change in circumstances at home, perhaps a child leaving home. The rich pattern of our lives is made richer by the contrast between sadness and joy, light and dark, but this poem reminds us of the love of God even in the little things and the hope for the future.


Thank you for all who love us and who we have loved
Those with us and those we have lost
Lift our hearts when we are sorrowful 
And remind us of the hope we have through you

Wednesday, 19 December 2012

Advent poem for 19th December


Come humbly, Holy Child,
stir in the womb,
of our complacency;
shepherd our vision
of the little we need 
for abundant living.

Come humbly, Holy Spirit,
to whisper through the leaves
in the garden of our ignorance,
exposing our blindness
to children dying,
hungry and in pain.

Come humbly, Holy Light,
Pierce our lack of generosity and love,
Scattering our dark fear
Of living freely in your way,
Poured out in wanton service.

Come humbly, Holy Wisdom,
cry through the empty streets
of our pretence to care,
that the face of the poor
will be lifted up,
for holy is the name.

Come humbly, Holy God,
Be born into our rejoicings,
Come quickly, humble God,
and reign.

In Janet Morley, ed, Bread of Tomorrow


This poem reminds us that Christ comes in such a variety of settings, many of them in the world today as much as in the past or the future. This challenges us to continue on our journey, living our life with an understanding of the world we live in and the needs of those less fortunate.


We are surrounded by those who are less fortunate
We see a world that is suffering
Help us to know your will for us Lord
Help us to see the glimmers of joy and hope
And the places where your Kingdom touches our world.

Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Advent poem for 18th December - Wachet Auf by Ann Lewin


Season when
Dual citizenship
Holds us in
Awkward tension.

The world, intent on
Spending Christmas,
Eats and drinks its way to
Oblivion after dinner.
The Kingdom sounds
Insistent warning:Repent, be ready,
Keep awake,
He comes.

Like some great fugue
The themes entwine:
The Christmas carols,
Demanding our attention
In shops and pubs,
Bore their insistent way
Through noise of traffic;
Underneath, almost unheard,
The steady solemn theme of

With growing complexity,
Clashing, blending,
Rivals for our attention,
Themes mingle and separate,
Pulling us with increasing
Until in final resolution,
The end attained,
Harmony rests in aweful
Stillness, and
The child is born.

He comes,
Both Child and Judge.

And will he find us
Ann Lewin


We are sometimes happy to let the meaning and waiting that Advent is about to slide as the pace of life increases as we move towards Christmas. Perhaps some of this is because the traditional advent imagery of the end of the world and the judgement of Christ can be disturbing and difficult to understand. We need to persevere in finding a way to understand what this end of times means to you and me.

Advent teaches us that to find Jesus is not just to find a baby in a manger, but to also find the one who, for all his love and mercy, is also judge. 


Dear Lord
Help us to watch and wait
To learn the meaning of this season, 
to wait for your coming again
To meet you ready, 
prepared to face your love, 
your mercy  and your judgement.

Monday, 17 December 2012

Poem for 17th December: The House of Christmas - GK Chesterton


The House of Christmas

There fared a mother driven forth
Out of an inn to roam;
In the place where she was homeless
All men are at home.
The crazy stable close at hand,
With shaking timber and shifting sand,
Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand
Than the square stones of Rome.

For men are homesick in their homes,
And strangers under the sun,
And they lay on their heads in a foreign land
Whenever the day is done.
Here we have battle and blazing eyes,
And chance and honour and high surprise,
But our homes are under miraculous skies
Where the yule tale was begun.

A Child in a foul stable,
Where the beasts feed and foam;
Only where He was homeless
Are you and I at home;
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago!
In a place no chart nor ship can show
Under the sky's dome.

This world is wild as an old wives' tale,
And strange the plain things are,
The earth is enough and the air is enough
For our wonder and our war;
But our rest is as far as the fire-drake swings
And our peace is put in impossible things
Where clashed and thundered unthinkable wings
Round an incredible star.

To an open house in the evening
Home shall men come,
To an older place than Eden
And a taller town than Rome.
To the end of the way of the wandering star,
To the things that cannot be and that are,
To the place where God was homeless
And all men are at home.

GK Chesterton


This was sent by Tricia, it is a different telling of the nativity, reminding us of the power Rome held over the people of that time. But what I think is so amazing is that after telling of the nativity, we are taken through the way things are now, with people living secular lives, looking for nothing more than that, that is enough, the earth and the air. But then we are given the invitation, extended to all men, to come to the place where all are at home, to come home to God.


As we see images of the nativity in ever increasing numbers
Help us to see the real story
Help us to remember that when Christ came down to earth
He was homeless
He was born in a stable
But that now he has risen 
He offers a place of rest
A home
To each and every one of us.

Sunday, 16 December 2012

Third Sunday of Advent - Advent 1955 by John Betjeman


The Advent wind begins to stir
With sea-like sounds in our Scotch fir, 
It's dark at breakfast, dark at tea,
And in between we only see
Clouds hurrying across the sky
And rain-wet roads the wind blows dry 
And branches bending to the gale 
Against great skies all silver pale
The world seems travelling into space,
 And travelling at a faster pace
Than in the leisured summer weather 
When we and it sit out together,
For now we feel the world spin round 
On some momentous journey bound 
- Journey to what? to whom? to where? 
The Advent bells call out 'Prepare, 
Your world is journeying to the birth
Of God made Man for us on earth.' 
And how, in fact, do we prepare
The great day that waits us there – 
For the twenty-fifth day of December, 
The birth of Christ? 
For some it means 
An interchange of hunting scenes
On coloured cards, And I remember 
Last year I sent out twenty yards, 
Laid end to end, of Christmas cards 
To people that I scarcely know – 
They'd sent a card to me, and so
I had to send one back. Oh dear!
Is this a form of Christmas cheer?
Or is it, which is less surprising,
My pride gone in for advertising?
The only cards that really count
Are that extremely small amount
From real friends who keep in touch 
And are not rich but love us much 
Some ways indeed are very odd
By which we hail the birth of God. 
We raise the price of things in shops,
We give plain boxes fancy tops 

And lines which traders cannot sell
Thus parcell'd go extremely well
We dole out bribes we call a present
To those to whom we must be pleasant
For business reasons. Our defence is 
These bribes are charged against expenses 
And bring relief in Income Tax 
Enough of these unworthy cracks!
'The time draws near the birth of Christ'. 
A present that cannot be priced
Given two thousand years ago
Yet if God had not given so
He still would be a distant stranger
And not the Baby in the manger. 

John Betjeman


I love this poem, it starts with the most beautiful description of our winter, and as I am writing this it hasn't really reached proper daylight all day, and with  wind and the rain, it fits beautifully, but then we are lead through the reminder of where our journey is going and the challenges, the commercialism, the traditions and things we do because we ought, not because we want to. But just as you are wondering about why we do the things we do he brings us back to the reality of the precious gift given to us all, the Baby in the manger.


Dear Lord
In the midst of the advertising
In the opening of cards and round robins,
We thank you that the true excitement is in the 
Gift given all those years ago
Your Son, on earth. 

Saturday, 15 December 2012

Saturday 15th December - The Guest


The Guest

Yet if his majesty, our sovereign lord
Should of his own accord
Friendly himself invite,
And say "I'll be your guest to-morrow night."
How should we stir ourselves, call and command
All hands to work! "Let no man idle stand.
Set me fine Spanish tables in the hall,
See they be fitted all;
Let there be room to eat,
And order taken that there want no meat.
See every sconce and candlestick made bright,
That without tapers they may give a light.
Look to the presence: are the carpets spread,
The dazie o'er the head,
The cushions in the chairs,
And all the candles lighted on the stairs?
Perfume the chambers, and in any case
Let each man give attendance in his place."
Thus if the king were coming would we do,
And 'twere good reason too;
For 'tis a duteous thing
To show all honour to an earthly king,
And after all our travail and our cost,
So he be pleas'd, to think no labour lost.
But at the coming of the King of Heaven
All's set at six and seven:
We wallow in our sin,
Christ cannot find a chamber in the inn.
We entertain him always like a stranger,
And as at first still lodge him in the manger.

Thomas Ford


This poem gives a wonderful picture of how a well-run wealthy household would look in Jacobean England, and the time spent preparing for an honoured guest. 
I don’t know whether to be cheered or despondent about the fact that idea of waiting and preparing for our honoured guest in Advent hasn’t really changed and the general feeling is that we are still not really ready! 


We watch and wait
We try and prepare,
Help us to prioritise
Ensure we have the focus we need
So that if you came to us tomorrow
We would be ready
We would know you and praise you

Friday, 14 December 2012

Friday 14th December - The Work of Christmas



When the song of the angels is stilled
And the star in the sky is gone
When the kings and the princes are home
And the shepherds are back with their flocks,
The work of Christmas begins;
To find the lost
To heal the broken
To feed the hungry
To release the prisoner
To rebuild the nations
To bring peace among the people,
To make music in the heart.

Howard Thurman


This poem has been chosen by Tricia, and it sits beautifully as a reminder of all the work that goes on behind the scenes, with our pastoral team, those involved in KIT and all those who pop in, give lifts and perform those small acts of kindness that so often go unnoticed, the true work of those wanting to live in the way that Christ showed us.


Guide us in the days and weeks ahead
Open our eyes to the things we need to see
Open our ears to the messages we need to hear
Open our hearts to the things we need to do
Fill us with your wisdom, compassion and mercy

Thursday, 13 December 2012

Advent Poem for 13th December - God's Perfect Plan

Another short poem by ZaKyr Davis


God's Perfect Plan

God guides me every moment, 
He has a perfect plan.
I want to share His purpose, 
And proclaim Him where I can, 
The problem is, I try too hard; 
I Preach, push, and plead.
It takes a while to understand, 
It's best to let Him lead.
And when I do, it's oh so neat, 
To see His plan unfold.
It only happens though, I've learned, 
When I do just what I’m told. 


Again a poem from David, and what a practical no nonsense reminder of the fact that if we offer up everything to God that things will unfold and we will have a sense of being a part of that grand plan. That doesn’t mean of course that there won’t be part of our lives that can be difficult, sad, and sometimes almost senseless, but within all the mess there is love, compassion and mercy that comes from God.


Remind us that you are with us in all we do
Give us the strength if faith to trust in you
Whenever our path becomes difficult, help us to trust
Whenever our path is full of joy
Remind us to give thanks

Wednesday, 12 December 2012

Advent poem for December 12th - The Overshadow by Luci Shaw


The Overshadow

“…. the power of the Most High will overshadow you… “ -Gospel of Luke

When we think of God, and 
angels, and the Angel,
we suppose ineffable light.

So there is surprise in the air
when we see him bring to Mary,
in her lit room, a gift of darkness.

What is happening under that
huge wing of shade? In that mystery
what in-breaking wildness fills her?

She is astonished and afraid; even in
that secret twilight she bends her head,
hiding her face behind the curtain

Of her hair; she knows that
the rest of her life will mirror
this blaze, this sudden midnight.

by Luci Shaw


Our lives are full of light and shade, joys and sorrows, but darkness isn’t usually associated with angels. So many images of Mary have her surrounded by the light of the angels, but in her innermost being there must have lurked a shadow, fear of the unknown, being unsure that she was able to fulfill this task, along with the joy of knowing a new life was beginning.


Our lives are full of light and shadows
Help us to praise you as our hearts blaze with joy
And to turn to you in our times of darkness,   
Give us the strength and faith to do your will
As Mary did all those years ago

Tuesday, 11 December 2012

11th December – Advent Themes


Advent themes by ZaKyr Davis

The hope we have in Jesus Christ, 
Brings Joy into our heart; 
And when we know the love of God, 
His peace He will impart. 


In searching for poems for Advent, I came across this very short – but to the point – poem by the very young ZaKyr Davis. It seems to me to sum up very concisely the waiting for Jesus’ arrival.

Carolyn writes: not all our poems need to be long, as a complete contrast to yesterdays, this one chosen by David would be a great one to learn by heart, it would be a wonderful thing to recite under your breath as you are being shoved out of the way in the supermarket, standing hearing some over stressed person ranting at an unfortunate assistant or just trying to find somewhere to park!


Your greatest gift to us is your love
Help us to keep your love in the centre of our lives 
And open our hearts to your peace

Monday, 10 December 2012

10th December - TS Eliot

For today, Carolyn has chosen an excerpt from TS Eliot’s Choruses from “The Rock”


O weariness of men who turn from God
To the grandeur of your mind and the glory of your action,
To arts and inventions and daring enterprises,
To schemes of human greatness thoroughly discredited,
Binding the earth and the water to the service,
Exploiting the seas and developing the mountains,
Dividing the stars into common and preferred,
Engaged in devising the perfect refrigerator,
Engaged in working out a rational morality,
Engaged in printing as many books as possible,
Plotting of happiness and flinging empty bottles,
Turning from your vacancy to fevered enthusiasm
For nation or race or what you call humanity;
Though you forget the way to the Temple,
There is one who remembers the way to your door:
Life you may evade, but Death you shall not,
You shall not deny the Stranger.


This seems a quite a dark poem but one that resonates with many who feel that we are not good stewards, that we are exploiting God’s creation, it also creates in the reading that feeling of being on an ever speeding treadmill, with all the things we drive ourselves to do, when in all reality we just need to love one another.


We ask you to help us to be good stewards,
To love and appreciate the beauty, and abundance of your creation
To avoid the trap we so often fall into, 
That of wanting things now
Of wanting things just right.
Our lives are a journey towards your perfect love.
Help us to enjoy the journey instead of looking at the destination

Sunday, 9 December 2012

9th December – 2nd Sunday in Advent – Shared Blessings

Tricia has picked today’s poem: Shared Blessings by Duncan Turk

As we continue on our Advent journey,
may we know that God is there.
By the strength of His Spirit,
share our faith with the uncertain;
share our love with the unloved;
share our presence with the lonely;
And share God with everyone,
just as God has shared with us
in the unfading blessing of Jesus Christ.


This poem was sent to us by Tricia who says,  “For me this is a reminder amongst all the busyness of preparations at this time of the year that prayer and friendship go hand in hand with those who need that companionship and will receive a blessing as a result.”


Loving God,
Our hearts and minds are full of our own needs and desires;
Help us to be open to you that we may share your blessings showered upon us
with those we meet  in these coming Advent days
bringing friendship and companionship.

Friday, 7 December 2012

Advent poem for 8th December – Happy Holidays

This poem was sent to me by one of my US friends:

Cleverly  done!!!

Twas the month before  Christmas
When all through our  land,
Not a Christian was  praying
Nor taking a  stand.

Why the PC Police had taken  away
The reason for Christmas - no  one could say.
The children were told by  their schools not to sing
About Shepherds and Wise Men  and Angels and things.
It might hurt people's  feelings, the teachers would say
December 25th is just a '  Holiday'.

Yet the shoppers were ready  with cash, checks and credit
Pushing folks down to the  floor just to get it!
CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an  I-Pod
Something was changing,  something quite odd!

Retailers promoted Ramadan and  Kwanzaa
In hopes to sell books by  Franken & Fonda.
As Targets were hanging their  trees upside down
At Lowe's the word Christmas -  was no where to be found.

At K-Mart and Staples and  Penny's and Sears
You won't hear the word  Christmas; it won't touch your ears.
Inclusive, sensitive,  Di-ver-si-ty
Are words that were used to  intimidate me.
Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now  Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen
On Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry,  on Clinton!
At the top of the Senate,  there arose such a clatter
To eliminate Jesus, in all  public matter.

And we spoke not a word, as  they took away our faith
Forbidden to speak of  salvation and grace
The true Gift of Christmas was  exchanged and discarded
The reason for the season,  stopped before it started.

So as you celebrate 'Winter  Break' under your 'Dream Tree'
Sipping your Starbucks, listen  to me.
Choose your words carefully,  choose what you say
Shout MERRY  CHRISTMAS, not Happy  Holiday!
Please, all Christians join  together and wish everyone you  meet


Christ is The Reason' for the  Christ-mas Season!


I always find the most Christian Christmas cards form y US friends because many of the US originated ones are simply “Happy Holidays” in spite of their significant Church attendance. If you haven’t seen these, there’s a link to websites with dozens of Happy Holiday e-mail cards you can send: and if you look at the top of the page of the first one, they are for December!

However, as we read this, we need to think about how many times a news article appears in the media about a council refusing to put up posters that advertise Christmas services, commercial enterprises that start referring to  ‘Wintertide’, and so on, political correctness isn’t just in the States. 

The challenge is at the end of the poem, we should all ensure that we remind people of the real message of Christmas. Carolyn has been into Great Missenden Early Years this week and one very young little boy put his hand up and said

“ Christmas is all about Jesus”

Wise words and ones we need to remember.


In the days and weeks ahead
Give us the strength to beat against the tide of commercialism
Give us the faith to challenge political correctness
Give us the hope that will push back secularism
And give us the inner peace to know your love for this world

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Thursday, 6 December 2012

Advent poem for 7th December – Christmas is Waiting

Chosen by Carolyn


Christmas is Waiting

Christmas is waiting to happen
Outside, a vacant hillside
Lies silent, strangely empty
Of any angel’s choir.
A stable waits
For bookings at the inn to multiply.
Distant Kings study charts
And keep gifts in cold storage,
While shepherds plan their memoirs 
In expectancy of unexpected fame
And keep a chapter free 
for miracles.
A small velvet patch
In the black night sky
Stands ready to hold a new born star,
And oppressed people everywhere
Cling wildly to prophecy and song
And whisper the word: Messiah.
They’ve switched on the lights
In Oxford Street,
Counting off the buying days.
Like Guardsmen on parade, 
shops are stocked and standing by,
revving up the engines
of their debt powered swiping machines,
and history watchers mark another year
in the slow count to 3000.
But here an old man lies
In the stairwell where he fell three days ago
And no one knows.
A girl loiters
In a streets unholy halo
To sell the only thing she owns
That men will pay for.
And here an infant sleeps
On a sack on the hard earth floor
Where even a mother’s hand 
is empty
and there are places where Christmas 
is still waiting
to happen. 

Gerard Kelly


We can get so swept along with our own preparations, that even the appeals that drop through our letterboxes become just junk mail, another begging letter, more recycling. Christmas seems so far away to some people, this year, support the Old Tea Warehouse, think about Save the Children and the awful statistics Sally gave us when she visited a couple of weeks ago and try and spread the spirit of Christmas to those dark forgotten places.


We are all God’s children
We know that we should love our neighbour
Challenge us Lord to help those who are perhaps not loveable,
Who don’t fit into the worthy cause slot,
But who never the less, need to feel your love through the touch of another.

Wednesday, 5 December 2012

Advent poem for 6th December – Snowflakes by Longfellow

Carolyn's poem again, Snowflakes by Longfellow


Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.

Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels.

This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 


I read this and immediately thought of Little Hampden, now I hope that we don’t have snow just yet, but it brings to mind the beauty of the snowflakes drifting to earth, a silent poem, that if you stand and look up, surrounds us, touching us lightly, almost as gently as the soft whisper of God’s voice.

There was snow in Little Hampden yesterday morning. Not as much as in the picture below which was taken in 2009


Open our hearts now to hear again your word
To welcome the living Christ
And to reflect on our response to his call