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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460299" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Week Between Christmas and New Year</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">These are the strange and dull and heavy days<br>(in the Northern Hemisphere at least –<br>we seldom spare a thought for what ordeal<br>our brothers and sisters, basking in the summer sun<br>are passing through in mind…) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For children, these are precious days, of course –<br>waking each morning to the knowledge of new toys—<br>(premature, by orthodox tradition – a birth, of course, <br>but not yet the presents that are due<br>to celebrate the Epiphany, the showing-forth of Love Itself) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but are there other gifts which grown-ups have not found, <br>buried in the garden soil, the frozen fields? <br>For it seems this week, as if the earth and nature<br>are caught up in some mighty pull<br>as this great globe itself rounds some vast narrow bend<br>and we with it; as if we are nature, earth as well: <br>aroused by some peremptory alarm clock<br>at some ungodly, godly hour, <br>to help push up the snowdrops from their roots<br>and all other things that must be stirring in the earth<br>to feed and flower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some esoterics say that these seven days<br>are rich with some strange octave in the mind<br>whose qualities are sensed within our music’s scale: <br>some universal starting power; reluctance; recovery; <br>faintheartedness; a sunny strength; need for authority; <br>yearning for completeness – these, they say, <br>are to be lived through in the mind; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">these to be lightly seen and sung in heart; <br>best, in these over-eaten days, to participate<br>in joyous activities in company..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Others whose star is in the East<br>look for a sequence of twelve days of Christmas: <br>wisdom has set out from Persian lands afar<br>on its journey to acknowledge new-born love; <br>some old order gathered in the safe sheepfold of strict law<br>knowing in its wisdom, it’s now time –<br>the law known and secure -<br>to learn the new-born testament of love; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All this, buried in the Christmas tree’s root and branch, <br>the holly and the mistletoe, the alert, fierce robin<br>sitting on a needful spade, <br>the angel (wondering if it still has a place in our hearts, <br>but knowing the powers that its wand<br>may never lose) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In these strange and dull and heavy days<br>all this, all these, the presents yet to find, <br>we could not make or buy; lie wrapped in mind.</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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(in the Northern Hemisphere at least –
we seldom spare a thought for what ordeal
our brothers and sisters, basking in the summer sun
are passing through in mind…) 

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