1 Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, the flying cloud, the frosty light: the year is dying in the night; ring out, wild bells, and let it die. 2 Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that here we see no more; ring out the feud of rich and poor, ring in redress for humankind. 3 Ring out each slowly dying cause, archaic forms of party strife; Ring in a new regard for life, with open borders, fairer laws. 4 Ring out false pride in birth and creed, the civic slander and the spite; ring in the love of truth and right ring in the end of human need. 5 Ring out the curse of poverty. Ring out the grasping lust of wealth. Ring out those things that harm our health, Ring out old wars, bring unity. 6 Ring in a time when all are free, a time when none will fear to stand when all are welcome in this land. Ring in the Christ that is to be. Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) alt. Andrew E Pratt (born 1948) © 2014 Stainer and Bell Ltd.
Category: Poems
An unmarried mother gave birth in a stable
1 An unmarried mother gave birth in a stable, some saw a fulfilment of all they had heard, to others this story, the birth of the Godhead, was more than amazing, was frankly absurd. 2 Some delved into scripture and said that a virgin, was destined to carry a child who would grow to be a Messiah, salvation for nations, and others would question how history could know. 3 So back to the story, now Bethlehem beckons, a carpenter-pawn come to sign for the state, the bureaucrats needing a list for taxation and everyone hurries before it's too late. 4 A legend would grow up of shepherds and magi, no snow at this Christmas beneath a night's sky. A man who would die as a crucified preacher was born with sparse shelter as people passed by. 5 And so came the story of birth in a stable, of Bethlehem's journey, a virgin and child. And lost is the essence, the mystery and wonder, of God born among us abused and reviled. 6 Much later a soldier saw God in this prophet a man who would love to his very last breath the dying, the hopeless, those outside religion, and all those beside who had shared in his death. Andrew E Pratt (born 1948) © 2018 Stainer and Bell Ltd. 12 11 12 11 Tune: STREETS OF LAREDO; ST CATHERINES COURT
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Disunited, semi-detached, glimpsed darkly through shards... One day, perhaps, clarity will redefine this child's vision, re-assort the pieces... too late? © Andrew Pratt
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