Poems for Christmas & New Year

The year-end calls us to account, To measure what’s been lost and found

Poems for Christmas & New Year


Withering and keen the Winter comes,

While Comfort flies to close-shut rooms,

And sees the snow in feathers pass

Winnowing by the window-glass;

Whilst unfelt tempests howl and beat

Above his head in chimney-seat.

John Clare

A Prayer Poem from Ramallah

God, God of Mary, we long for peace.

We pray for an end to wars between human beings and nature.

We ask for help to overcome racism, hunger and poverty.

We pray for the refugees scattered all over the world.

We pray with Jesus for Good News to the poor, liberation to the captives and freedom for the oppressed.

Holy Spirit, we pray for justice and mutual relations in Palestine, in Israel, in the entire Middle East.

Make us by Grace the flames of peace and the winds of justice in the world.


Merry Christmas & Happy New Year !

Ramallah Friends Meeting

In Memoriam,

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,

The flying cloud, the frosty light:

The year is dying in the night;

Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,

Ring, happy bells, across the snow:

The year is going, let him go;

Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind

For those that here we see no more;

Ring out the feud of rich and poor,

Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,

And ancient forms of party strife;

Ring in the nobler modes of life,

With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care, the sin,

The faithless coldness of the times;

Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes

But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,

The civic slander and the spite;

Ring in the love of truth and right,

Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease;

Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;

Ring out the thousand wars of old,

Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,

The larger heart, the kindlier hand;

Ring out the darkness of the land,

Ring in the Christ that is to be.

Alfred Lord Tennyson


The year-end calls us to account,

To measure what’s been lost and found

Gifts and grievances, heartaches and their compensations.

It is the season of equinox and solstice, light and dark,

Memory and longing, anticipation and nativity,

Resolutions and resignations.

We balance the books the best we can

Between young and old, the living and the dead.

The ghosts and visitants and apparitions.

How we startle each other with our presence.

Thomas Lynch


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