Darwin

This is a poem for a venture that Elgiva suggested: seeing if Down House,where Darwin and his devout wife lived while he wrote The Origin of Species, now a museum, might like a few sound installations, of poems underscored or set to music. This one, Bones, and Earth from The Music of the Spheres, might be what we offer them.

She:

I stand secure in time and space

In the eternal presence of God’s Grace

My feet upon the earth.

Tick

He:

I dig beneath those feet

Dislodging their grip

Disturbing their balance

Tick

She:

I live in a world shaped by the love of God

Each fragile whorl

of shell

created

for my delight.

Tick

He:

I see in shells

ancient striving

towards perfection,

blind, instinctive;

millennia before God.

Tick

She:

God made us Eternal; out of time.

Tick

He:

Time is the key that turns the whirr of creation.

We are in Time

Of time.

Time made us.

 

 

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Christmas Carol 2; Suns and Moons

This is my first idea for a Christmas carol for the school children Shean teaches. He wants two.

As I have remarked before, it is not easy to write a new Christmas carol.

Well, at least this is cheerful! Will read it to Jools, and see what he thinks.

 

Apologies to everyone who is still trying to get to grips with May.

 

Suns and moons and

stars are dancing,

waltzing in the sky.

Birds and songs and

hopes and wishes

flying round on high!

 

Hear the loud bells!

Hear the carols!

Sing the glory!

Sing the joy!

 

He is born

this Christmas morning!

Mary’s little boy!

 

Deer are running

in the forest

Hares leap for

the moon!

Tigers twirling,

Hippos whirling!

Crickets

strum the tune!

 

Hear the loud bells!

Hear the carols!

Sing the glory!

Sing the joy!

He is born

this Christmas morning!

Mary’s little boy!

 

Under earth the

worms are turning

Twisting with

the beat!

Moles step out in

velvet waistcoats

Underneath

our feet

 

Hear the loud bells!

Hear the carols!

Sing the glory!

Sing the joy!

He is born

this Christmas morning!

Mary’s little boy!

 

All creation

joins the shout of

Universal joy!

 

He is born

this Christmas morning!

Mary’s little boy!

 

 

 

Oratorio:Shepherds’ Song

This is the second first draft; the Shepherd’s Song. Jools hasn’t seen this one yet, so it may be lyrics or just a poem. We will see.

 

It’s always like that with winter lambs..

Tiny and weak –

sleepy and sweet..

Won’t last the season.

 

Start fighting, my lad

Bawl for your milk

Cry to be heard..

You have a lot to say

And we are listening.

 

Your mother there..

She needs to wake up and feed you

keep you from harm..

 

 

A strong shepherd you will make

one day.

Little winter lamb.

 

 

Oratorio: Gabriel’s Song

This is the first draft of a new song for the Christmas Oratorio. ( My mind is bent on Heavenly Things at the moment. Just as well we are also writing Macbeth, for balance.) As usual, this may just be a poem, or it may be the actual lyrics. I haven’t shown it to Jools yet.

I have a feeling that it might be a bit too subversive. Even, dare I say it, a bit … feminist? Surely not.

 

Gabriel’s Song

Hail!

Hail to thee

Blessed among women.

 

You will bear

the Son

of Man;

the Son

of God;

God

Himself.

 

He who made you,

Who made the glory of heaven and earth,

You

will make him,

Oh, Mother of all creation.

 

Hail!

Hail to thee

Blessed among women.