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