I have always loved the prophecies of Micah, made hundreds of years before the birth of Christ, but so specific about where.  The hope of the ages incarnate.

But thou, Bethlehem Ephrathah, though thou be little among the thousands of Judah, yet out of thee shall he come forth unto me that is to be ruler in Israel; whose goings forth have been from of old, from everlasting…And he shall stand and feed his sheep in the strength of the Lord, in the majesty of the name of the Lord his God, and they shall abide; for now shall he be great unto the ends of the earth…

And for those who need a slightly more modern version:

But you, O Bethlehem of Ephrathah, who are one of the little clans of Judah, from you shall come forth for me one who is to rule in Israel, whose origin is from of old, from ancient days…And he shall stand and feed his flock in the strength of the Lord…and he shall be the one of peace.

and for me…

For all the peoples walk, each in the name of its god, but we will walk in the Name of the Lord our God forever and ever…

God Bless you all this Christmas


A poem on change for Dverse poets

carrying change
from my back pocket
into an unknown future
not always knowing where
the road lies ahead
but always the certainty
that change is as inevitable
as the passing of the stars

And slowly answered Arthur from the barge: ‘the old order changes, yielding place to new, and God fulfills himself in many ways, lest one good custom should corrupt the world…’

from ‘The Passing of Arthur’ by Alfred Lord Tennyson