in bleak midwinter

by Elouise

in bleak midwinter
red lights flash chaos men shout
dead on arrival

* * *

winter 1965
icy stormy
dangerous

first Christmas
as Mrs. F
love this man
why these
evening funks

motionless
standing
silent
staring out
kitchen
window

wrecks
towed in
across street
red lights
flashing

noisy
commotion
no room
in the inn
for more
dead bodies

first
descent
into
depression

* * *

In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter long ago.

Broken Heart 1

What can I give him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb;
If I were a wise woman I would do my part;
Yet what I can, I give him –
Give my heart.

Heart 1

 * * *

Thanks to Christina Rossetti for her heartfelt poem and to Harold Edwin Darke for his equally heartfelt musical setting.  You can hear the King’s College Choir perform Darke’s setting here.  For a brief overview of the history and interpretation of the poem and both musical settings, go here.

I pray you will be moved by the mystery of God’s ways with us.  In short, Jesus shows up in the stables of our lives.  Fear not!  This is good news for all people with broken hearts and lives.

Blessings of comfort and hope to each of you and to those you hold dear!
Elouise

© Elouise Renich Fraser, 23 December 2015
Photo credit:  DAFraser, December 2015