(A poem by: G. K. Chesterton) Blogmas Day Twenty-Nine 2024
Happy Sunday, dear readers! I thought this was a lovely poem to begin our morning with. Enjoy!
When God turned back eternity and was young,
Ancient of Days, grown little for your mirth
(As under the low arch the land is bright)
Peered through you, gate of heaven—and saw the earth.
Or shutting out his shining skies awhile
Built you about him for a house of gold
To see in pictured walls his storied world
Return upon him as a tale is told.
Or found his mirror there; the only glass
That would not break with that unbearable light
Till in a corner of the high dark house
God looked on God, as ghosts meet in the night.
Star of his morning; that unfallen star
In that strange starry overturn of space
When earth and sky changed places for an hour
And heaven looked upwards in a human face.
Or young on your strong knees and lifted up
Wisdom cried out, whose voice is in the street,
And more than twilight of twiformed cherubim
Made of his throne indeed a mercy-seat.
Or risen from play at your pale raiment’s hem
God, grown adventurous from all time’s repose,
Or your tall body climbed the ivory tower
And kissed upon your mouth the mystic rose.
Gloria In Profundis (A poem by: G. K. Chesterton Blogmas Day Twenty-Two)
Darkest Just Before The Light (Post by: Scott Hobbs Blogmas Day Twenty-Three)
Even Dragons Have Their Ending (Republished post by: Madie Hobbs Blogmas Day Twenty-Four)
The King Has Come (A poem by: J. R. R. Tolkien Blogmas Day Twenty-Five)
His Birth Means He Is Enough (Guest post by: Rocky Cigler Blogmas Day Twenty-Six)
A World Without… (Post by: Colton Blogmas Day Twenty-Seven)
Shadows Of Great Things To Come (Republished post by: Michelle Hobbs Blogmas Day Twenty-Eight)
The Few 
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