Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Poem: “Expectans Expectavi” By Anne Ridler

The candid freezing season again;
Candle and cracker, needles of fir and frost;
Carols that through the night air pass, piercing
The glassy husk of heart and heaven;
Children’s faces white in the pane, bright in the tree-light.

And the waiting season again,
That begs a crust and suffers joy vicariously:
In bodily starvation now, in the spirit’s exile always.
O might the hilarious reign of love begin, let in
Like carols from the cold

The lost who crowd the pane, numb outcasts into welcome.