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Full Circle: Giants in the churchyard

More interesting facts and feelings.

The Silent Eye

The last of the winter light was beginning to fade as we left St Andrew’s and wandered out into the churchyard. In many respects, what awaited us outside was far more impressive and interesting than the Georgian interior. There were stones.

It is fair to say that most churchyards have stones of some description, and this one was no exception. Set within the old precinct and ringed with buildings from another era, the green space is a place of peace peopled by memories. A memorial pays tribute to those who served and fell in the great wars, and close by, one grave marks the last resting place of Mary Noble, an old lady who lived to the grand age of a hundred and seven. She was born around the time that Louis XIV, the Sun King of France, finally gave up the ghost. She lived through the years of the…

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Mary and Jo Day 18

Coora, coora said the dove

I bring light and I bring love.

Such was the light that fell around

Lighting each pebble and grain of sand illuminating all around.

It was strange the Hotel Delph

Usually a place of wealth,

Had shepherds their sheep

Ordinary folk wanted the babe to meet.

Mares and Jo bathed in gentle light

Resting in the gazebo after a busy night.

Swaddled tightly, in his arms Jo held his baby for now safe from harm.

Here within this baby’s heart

Is the blessed grace to give us a new start.

All the people, strangers to one another,

had all had invited to greet the new Child here with his father and mother.

The Dove descends and comes to rest

Near where these new parents have made their nest.

Gentle angels from heaven above

Look down upon this scene of love.

Stragglers come from far and wide,

The Ox, a dog a cat and many others beside.

They all have gifts to give to this child who as a man will die so we can live.

A small group hover outside embarrassed by their pride, they have nothing to bring to give to the baby king.

A beautiful angel approaches them and asks why they wait , they explain they no gift .

The Angel says they have a gift

To offer prayers and their souls uplift.

Anya and Irene cannot believe their eyes

They delivered this babe and heard it’s birth cries

Is this really where they work

With all this light and people

How transformed this mean courtyard does appear.

Still some way off along the road

Our three wise men near with their precious load, of gold,

Frankincense and myrrh to worship a the baby’s feet

And gentle Jo and Mares to meet.

Just for now we watch this strange scene

Farm animals, and the insects all clearly seen, mix and mingle with family pets and lots of humans lets not forget.

This must truly be the Messiah

In every soul here tonight burns a fire of love and truth and sacrifice …

The cats are just ignoring the mice,

No pushing no shoving all is calm

Like the baby’s breathing in Jo capable arms.

Image from Pixabay

This is another excerpt from a version of the the Nativity story, that I wrote all through December 2011. It started here Mary and Jo Part 1

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