Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Christ Climbed Down

I heard this poem for the first time several years ago and think of it often during the Christmas season.  It is so snowy and quiet and beautiful here in MN, and the words just strike me as so fitting.  I hope you can read it and find something meaningful in it.  And I hope that your Christmas has been Peaceful and Joy-filled


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Christ Climbed Down
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti


CHRIST climbed down 
from His bare Tree 
this year
and ran away to where 
there were no rootless Christmas trees 
hung with candycanes and breakable stars
Christ climbed down 
from His bare Tree
this year
and ran away to where
there were no gilded Christmas trees
and no tinsel Christmas trees 
and no tinfoil Christmas trees 
and no pink plastic Christmas trees 
and no gold Christmas trees 
and no black Christmas trees 
and no powderblue Christmas trees 
hung with electric candles 
and encircled by tin electric trains 
and clever cornball relatives
Christ climbed down 
from His bare Tree 
this year
and ran away to where 
no intrepid Bible salesmen 
covered the territory 
in two-tone cadillacs 
and where no Sears Roebuck creches 
complete with plastic babe in manger 
arrived by parcel post 
the babe by special delivery 
and where no televised Wise Men 
praised the Lord Calvert Whiskey

Christ climbed down 
from His bare Tree 
this year
and ran away to where 
no fat handshaking stranger 
in a red flannel suit 
and a fake white beard 
went around passing himself off 
as some sort of North Pole saint 
crossing the desert to Bethlehem 
Pennsylvania
in a Volkswagon sled 
drawn by rollicking Adirondack reindeer 
with German names 
and bearing sacks of Humble Gifts 
from Saks Fifth Avenue
for everybody's imagined Christ child
Christ climbed down 
from His bare Tree 
this year
and ran away to where 
no Bing Crosby carollers 
groaned of a tight Christmas 
and where no Radio City angels 
iceskated wingless 
thru a winter wonderland 
into a jinglebell heaven 
daily at 8:30
with Midnight Mass matinees
Christ climbed down 
from His bare Tree 
this year
and softly stole away into 
some anonymous Mary's womb again 
where in the darkest night 
of everybody's anonymous soul 
He awaits again 
an unimaginable and impossibly 
Immaculate Reconception 
the very craziest 
of Second Comings

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Merry Christmas!




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