Sunday, December 19, 2010

Sunday Morning Peace

Let's Never Grow Too Old

Oh, heart, let's never grown too old
To smile anew, when Christmas comes,
At tassels red and tinsel thread,
And tarlatan bags of sugarplums;

To catch that unforgotten scent,
Spicy and gay, without a name,
Of pungent orange peeling blend
With cedar scorched in candle flame;

To draw a well-beloved delight
From one dear melody unbond
While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
A glory shone around.

Let's never grow too old, my heart,
To thrill before the jaunty grace
Of stockings hung with careful art
Beside the chimney's homely face:

Above one rim, a lay doll;
Above the next, a wooly cat;
Topping the third, a rubbger ball;
Each stocking knobby-toed and fat.

Pure stuff of magic in the sight,
And one sweet legend with them wound:
While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
A glory shone around.

Oh, heart, let's never be too old
To feel again the yule log's glow,
To catch the tinkle, keen and cold,
Of silver sleighbells through the snow.

Let's never fail to learn, a space,
Against the frosty widow-bar
And mark aloft, in heaven's place,
One solemn, lovely, silent star.

The shadows fall, the dreams take flight,
But every year is Christmas-crowned
When shepherds watch their flocks by night,
And glory shines around!
           --Nancy Bryd Turner

6 comments:

Trinity Rose said...

What a beautiful poem. It really paints pictures in my mind. This is so sweet. Thanks for sharing more of your lovely poems.
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Jeanette Levellie said...

Lovely poem; thanks for sharing.

Yes, you may 'steal' the Happy Birthday Jesus poem on my blog, no problem!

Love,
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Charity said...

You always bring some great poems:) Thank you!

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Nancye said...

Thanks for sharing such a beautiful poem! The word really paints a vivid picture of the season. I am a follower.

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Nancye said...

"Let's never grow too old, my heart,To thrill before the jaunty grace"

This reminds me of a small child who simply loves Christmas for the beauty of the season, the lights, the pretty decorations, and the baby Jesus. As we grow up we may get wrapped up in the commercialism of Christmas. Hopefully we can love Christmas simply like a child. I am a follower.

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