for some reason, i like to read poetry at Christmas. well, as my friend deaver pointed out, i like poetry all year. but really Christmas poetry is my favorite. there is just something about the birth of our Savior in such abject humility and strangeness that transcends prose. the imagery of light piercing the darkness in such a quiet unnoticed way that bespeaks the literary form of poetry...
john blase (at thebeautifuldue.wordpress.com) is one of my favorite modern poets. and i read this poem this morning and can't stop thinking about it...
String Bright the Gray
John Blase
You are the lights
of the everyday world.
Signs that goodness is not
destined to be defeated.
But to shine you must daily,
Jacob-like, grapple with God.
Refuse to let go every time.
Every time wrest the wounding
heat from his hands so you can
flare the old words worn smooth
and so string bright the gray with
your burning belief.
may this Christmas eve find you stringing bright the gray with your burning belief... may it find me doing the same.