As you write your Christmas cards….

And whilst pondering the fall of Aleppo……

 

He takes such small steps

To express our longings.

Thank you, Schubert.

 

How many hours

Do I sit here

Aching to do

 

What I do not do

When, suddenly,

He throws a single note

 

Higher than the others

So that I feel

The green field of hope,

 

And then, descending,

All this world’s sorrow,

So deadly, so beautiful.

 

 

Mary Oliver