Posted by Admin on 25 May 2006, 12:00 am
North the wind that slows our progress
over crisp and pristine snow,
bright the moon and stars in heaven
as we to midnight service go.
Soft the light from stained glass windows
representing Bible lore,
rich the organ’s diapason
reaching us through opened door.
Brightly gleams the gilded cockerel
high above the weathered stone –
stone that stood when Norman William
occupied the English throne.
Red the shining holly berries,
cloudy white the mistletoe,
round the font the Christmas roses,
light amidst the ivy show.
Joyfully the well-loved carols,
sung within that ancient fane,
send the harmony ascending,
Matthew Twoexpress again.
T. C. Hudson
© T. C. Hudson.
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