Rich Clarkson

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Climate Contemplative, Songwriter, Poet, Vicar, Cyclist, Musician
www.richclarksonpoetry.com
www.jri.org.uk
I put 25 wafers out for midnight mass tonight and we had 75 people! (I then added another 40 wafers to the plate and only half the congregation came up but what can you do 😂) happy #ClergyMaltClub everyone!
One of the problems with this time of year is that I always start thinking about unrealistically ambitious projects to work on in the new year 😂 Currently plotting out a musical weaving together a local folk tale about giants and the story from a song I wrote earlier this year about a closed railway line!

Then may we carry that brightness from those gone before
May we pass on the torch to a yet unseen dawn
As we share this light may we know once more
that Christ our saviour is born

(c) Rich Clarkson 2022
https://richclarksonpoetry.com/2022/12/19/silent-night/
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Silent Night

Rich Clarkson Poetry
When our focus is drawn by a flickering flame
When the edges are blurred but the centre remains
May we see through the darkness the one who is named
As the bearer, the bringer of light.
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When the silent night holds us, familiar and close,
When we carefully tread through a world of shadows
When the rafters resound with angelic echos
And our hearts hold the weight of our wondering
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New Poem: Silent Night

When the darkening days deepen, drawing us in
When the world wears her weatherworn ice hardened skin
When the night time is near before day can begin
And we bear the bleak burden of winter
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We left all the windfall apples on the ground back in October and the birds are absolutely loving them now. I imagine they're full of bugs as well as being a source of (relatively) unfrozen water.
Trying hard to do some work this afternoon, but there's a flock of Redwings under the apple tree outside the window and they're very distracting!
Me: I bought an elephant for your room.
Them: Thanks!
Me: Don’t mention it.

December 12.
Why snow is white

Bavarian folktale. In the beginning snow didn't have color. The Creator told snow to go and borrow any color it'd like. Snow went around asking all the flowers - roses, violets, tulips - but none would share their color.

In the end a small, shy flower offered to share her white color. Ever since, snow has been white, and it doesn't bother snowdrops at all.

#GentleFolktales #folktales #folklore #AdventCalendar #storytelling #winter