This post-a-day Advent gig is getting a little harried, so today let’s mind-munch another carol. While listening to Annie Lennox Christmas Cornucopia” (that sees playlist action all year around : ) the words to In the Bleak Midwinter zapped me this a.m.
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.
Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ…
Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.
What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.
Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)
Our hearts may feel like bleak mid winter landscapes – cold and brittled by our fears and failures, tears of wasted years past. Or maybe our hearts have been broken by beanheads (or beanheadettes) and we’re just not letting anyone else in.
Lift up ye heads, oh ye gates, be lifted up, ye ancient doors, that the King of Glory may come in… (Psalm 24:9)
Give it up (all those dreary fears.) Open up (dry your tears.) Step up (and try again.)
Let the King of Glory into the stables of our hearts. Let Him be born anew in us today.
grace, peace & mid-winter hearts (thawing)
Virginia : )