1. A poem by Thomas Hardy inspired by a legend that stable animals kneel down on Christmas Eve. It reminded me that we are always ennobled by belief in the potential for something wonderful. (FYI: A “barton” is a farmyard, and a “coomb” is a hollow or valley.)
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
“Now they are all on their knees,”
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.
We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.
So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years!
Yet, I feel, If someone said on Christmas Eve,
“Come; see the oxen kneel,
“In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,”
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.
2. A cartoon by R.O.Blechman (click here) that I would only change by removing the “But”.
May 2014 give us all the strength and will to do more for those who suffer from poverty.