There never was a birth like this:
Hodie Christus natus est
A maid, a manger and a kiss.
Salvator apparuit.
Never would death so seal birth’s joy
Hodie Christus natus est
As when it crowned the Virgin’s boy.
Salvator apparuit.
O sweetest fruit—of womb, of tree—
Hodie Christus natus est
To eat thy flesh is to be free.
Salvator apparuit.
Of banquets and of babes the best:
Et Verbum caro factum est.
December 25, 2008 at 8:10 pm
No wonder the Romans thought Christians ate babies!
A lovely pome, B(eloved) A(ffianced)!
December 26, 2008 at 1:34 am
Thank you, my dear!
B(aby) A(nthropophage)
December 26, 2008 at 2:14 pm
Merry Christmas, B.A.!
Would you maybe give a wee mention to this blog:
Juventutem Scotland
http://juventutemscotland.blogspot.com/
(This is the Scottish Chapter of Juventutem)
February 9, 2009 at 1:57 am
ooh! You’ve done very well what I once tried awkardly. It might have been a triolet, but it isn’t ready yet…
God bless!