austraLasia #2014
In some parts of our region, Christmas eve has already begun. And even tho' I have not had the opportunity to ask 'Triple F', as he is fondly known in parts of the region, if I may use his poem, I am assuming his permission - to wait means we have to wait till Christmas Eve 2008! Enjoy - it is the work of a master in this medium.
where galaxies form in formless voids,
Beadsman Space smiles and steals stars to thread
upon the gleaming crowns that crowd his head.
Yet softly settles a stillness over all
the far flung universe, as in many a lucent ball
countless souls, in envy, see upon a distant speck,
the Life Line shooting sure to a chosen wreck.
Across the cosmic gulf the whisper crescendos,
“Come, come to us! Come!” Yet happy are those
upon whose light-filled singing earth
the Star child leaps to birth.
In where timeless thrones turn and tremble,
where prophets' dreams and mobs assemble,
where men move, masked in biblical faces,
sowing seeds of rancour among the races,
where dancing to the beat of a frenzied hum,
a thousand drink from a deadly drum.
Innocence hurrying upon the homeward street,
pales in fear as footfalls throb the following feet.
Yet, even here, across the inner space, there stills
a hope, born among the Judaean hills;
In peace, to all of true worth,
the Man child leaps to birth.
In some parts of our region, Christmas eve has already begun. And even tho' I have not had the opportunity to ask 'Triple F', as he is fondly known in parts of the region, if I may use his poem, I am assuming his permission - to wait means we have to wait till Christmas Eve 2008! Enjoy - it is the work of a master in this medium.
Christmas Eve
Today astronomers know that the universe is full of a cacophony of sounds of worlds breaking up and new ones being formed..." Time Magazine
where galaxies form in formless voids,
Beadsman Space smiles and steals stars to thread
upon the gleaming crowns that crowd his head.
Yet softly settles a stillness over all
the far flung universe, as in many a lucent ball
countless souls, in envy, see upon a distant speck,
the Life Line shooting sure to a chosen wreck.
Across the cosmic gulf the whisper crescendos,
“Come, come to us! Come!” Yet happy are those
upon whose light-filled singing earth
the Star child leaps to birth.
In where timeless thrones turn and tremble,
where prophets' dreams and mobs assemble,
where men move, masked in biblical faces,
sowing seeds of rancour among the races,
where dancing to the beat of a frenzied hum,
a thousand drink from a deadly drum.
Innocence hurrying upon the homeward street,
pales in fear as footfalls throb the following feet.
Yet, even here, across the inner space, there stills
a hope, born among the Judaean hills;
In peace, to all of true worth,
the Man child leaps to birth.
Frank Freeman
