in the bleak midwinter

it was autumn this time, last year, in melbourne. but i was already preparing for winter, the final season that would usher my journey home. i was preparing to receive my family and friends who would soon drop by, to help me name these seasons, birthed long ago, in my life.

autumn. winter. a rich kinship between seasons. imprints to life. one marks the fall of leaves; an age old call about mortality, surrender and letting go. and how the remembrance of such a prayer is worth its weight in gold. the other's inner life is best expresssed in a poem written by christina rossetti (1830-1894) adapted into song by corrinne may- on finding jesus amid the fall of winter's snow....i noticed the cars that whizzed by as she sang. it must have been chilly outside. the movements. the throng. the certain loneliness one feels when intermitten crowds stood by the sidewalks. still, she sat inside this cafe. recalled this christmas prayer. and God annoits her simple song.

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In The Bleak Midwinter

by Corrinne May

In the bleak midwinter...

frost wind made moan,

snow had fallen, snow

on snow, snow on snow,

in the bleak midwinter,

long ago.

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