When the song of the angels is stilled
When the star in the sky is gone
When the kings and princes are home
When 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.
With thanks to Jan, on whose blog I read this Howard Thurman poem in the early hours of Saturday morning. Then off to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park for the closing days of the Andy Goldsworthy exhibition, the largest and most ambitious project ever curated at Yorkshire Sculpture Park.
2 comments:
I'm glad you posted the poem. I love your photography.
Lovely. All of it. Thank you.
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