Elevate form over function to get at less easily articulable truths.


Postby Ierrellus » Sun Dec 13, 2015 1:45 pm

And has it been two thousand years--
This one eternal Gift bestowed
To calm the fury of our fears,
To bear for each his mental load?

Yet in this frail, restrictive skin
That each must shelter from the cold
Of winter death, inclement men--
We need a time to be retold.

We need to insulate from ice
By donning fantasies of mirth.
We need to feel our lives suffice
By wearing ritual rebirth.

With euphemistic evergreen,
With hope of peace hung on a tree,
We warm our pagan needs to mean
The heart of Christian mystery.
"We must love one another or die." W.H.Auden
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