Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here.
I’m learning I must read at least ten or even twenty poems before I find one I want to feature here. Not because the others aren’t wonderful, but because I want to share poetry that’s accessible and hopeful, poetry that explores the human heart in all its depth, but leaves me glad to be human.
Looking for just the right Christmas poem, I read many before I stumbled on Christmas 1963 at Writer’s Almanac, where many of the poems on this blog come from. I was so moved that I knew you would be, too. Right now how many families are undergoing the same trials, yet perservering and supporting each other? What will their children remember in years to come?
I was personally reminded of a Christmas when money for anything but food and mortgage was hard to come by and my husband and I shopped at garage sales and secretly refurbished toys so there would be a decent showing under our Christmas tree. Most of us have had Christmases like that. How do you remember yours? What Christmas or other important holiday in your life was worthy of poetry?
Remember there are no quizzes here, no right ways to read or contemplate the poem we share. Absolutely no dissecting allowed. Just come along for the “read.” What line, word or thought will you carry with you this week? If you’d like to tell us where the poem took you? We’ll listen.