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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459503" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Epiphany</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">January 6 is coming up –<br>end of the ‘twelve days of Christmas’: <br>scrape up the Christmas cards –careful<br>to note addresses where they’ve changed, and<br>the people who sent to you this year, when<br>you didn’t send to them..<br>out with the tree before<br>it sheds any more needles, <br>box the decorations into the loft; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">yet not an end, but a beginning, <br>as Eliot might have put it; a cold coming they’re having of it; <br>they’re still some days away, <br>the way harsh; the land, strange; <br>the camels finding harder tread than sand..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for devotees and followers in their footsteps<br>we’re curiously incurious about that myth<br>we love to love – is it because<br>we fear to look too close? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twelve days they took, measured by the star; <br>men of wisdom seeking for the birth of some greater love; <br>what then was needful? Did it need<br>twelve days, perhaps, for that babe to adjust<br>to earth – as if from some divine ‘entry burns’? <br>Or twelve days for his mother to adjust<br>to heaven in person present? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what meanwhile, did the shepherds do? <br>Even if they were nomads, they could not have been<br>many Palestinian hills away? Or were they asking round<br>the inns and stables for some strange event<br>which they would only understand<br>when they chanced upon it? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twelve days for the stabled animals<br>and a family which evidently did not rise<br>on the local council’s temporary housing list, <br>to get to know each other (and we are to assume<br>they must have popped out at some stage, to enrol…) : </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Epiphany: the ‘showing-forth’; <br>today we’d call it<br>a media opportunity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No photoflash, recording gear, among the hay and straw; <br>just stillness, silence, a baby’s smile; homage unrehearsed; <br>was there more movement than the old masters portray in paint? <br>what words were said – for surely there were words? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What light, though, shines, like infra-red, <br>what songs are sung, like ultrasound, <br>what magnet draws the iron aged hearts of all: <br>wisdom, a stable, cattle, a new-born, love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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end of the ‘twelve days of Christmas’: 
scrape up the Christmas cards –careful
to note addresses where they’ve changed, and
the people who sent to you this year, when
you didn’t send to them..
out with the tree..."></div>
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