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While the ashes of marriage #2 were cooling, I began a journal here in verse, to keep myself out of trouble. So far so good, and one day at a time. I took a hiatus this past January, and I missed it terribly. Writing daily had changed the way I think - not my opinions, but the process of thinking itself. So here I am back again, and hungry. I began with three rules: (1) Iambic pentameter, (2) Perfect rhyme, and (3) It had to be true (no hyperbole). I hereby amend rule number 3: If I'm writing about myself, yes, it has to be true. But it doesn't, if I want to tell a story.

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SEPTEMBER 12, 2010 12:38AM

Antiphonal. Saturday Sep 11, 2010

Rate: 6 Flag

You cannot know the power of the thing.
A childish little song, two cent'ries old.
A trifling, that a German sect will sing
Each Christmas.  A tradition to uphold,
Still now -- amid the soccer, basketball,
Piano lessons, early band, and strings.
One child comes forth to sing in front of all
And touches them with soft, eternal things.
All answer.  Then the child continues on.
We ask our young to call a star to earth,
To covenant an epoch-making dawn
And sing a nurs'ry song about a birth,
Unmarked by trappings coveted by power,
Before ambition has a chance to flower.

consonants&vowels posted a piece today that involved singing a solo at her first communion. It took me back, even if I'm a little out of season here.

The song is "Morning Star" by Francis F. Hagen, first performed in 1836.

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Sometimes going back is so worth the trip...r
This is lovely. Innocence, not ambition, which is what can call the stars to earth. A reminder we regularly need.
Perhaps it is because as the child sings, we hear an innocence that once was ours when nothing seemed too much and all seemed possible. Perhaps as we hear the child's voice lifted in song, we can let go of all we know and allow ourselves to be. Some thoughts are never out of season.
Yes, so lovely. I heard things in my head, music - a sweet call and refrain.
Hello everyone. It remains a great pleasure to have you come by and read, and I am very happy that you enjoyed this one. c&v really brought back a lot with her simple story.

hugs: the beauty is, the tradition is still alive, so the trip back is still available.

Pilgrim: yes, and sometimes (speaking seasonally here), it's hard to let that innocence flourish.

anna1: and I think we hear an innocence that we had when everything we were told was still true.

c&v: thank you so much for your post on "Let There Be Peace On Earth." I also heard things in my head.

bohemian: you're welcome - thanks for coming by.

I have posted uncharacteristically early today (Sept.12). I'm going to go have a cup of mint tea now, and enjoy not having to search frantically for something to write about. I hope everyone has a wonderful evening.