Sunday, December 24, 2006

Wreaths by Carolyn Hillman

Red wreaths
Hang in my neighbor's window
Green wreaths in my own.
On this day I lost my husband
On this day you lost your boy.
On this day
Christ was born.
Red wreaths,
Green wreaths
Hang in our windows,
Red for a bleeding heart,
Green for grave grass.
Mary, mother of Jesus,
Look down and comfort us.
You too knew passion;
You too knew pain.
Comfort us,
Who are not brides of God,
Nor bore God.
On Christmas day
Hang wreaths,
Green for spent passion,
Red for new pain.

Friday, November 10, 2006

On the leaf-bright Friday drive...

Oh, be the music in my head
The air around my bed
Oh, be my rest
Replace the small disgraces of
The times and places I never really left

Oh, I want to fly, fly forward into the light
Be alive, to come alive
On the leaf-bright Friday drive
Sudden horses at the redlight
Turn around, see clearer ways to go now

- the Innocence Mission