Sunday, December 6, 2009


Hush — listen! If you look close with me
I'll show you this magical Christmas tree —
This tree of God, with its branches wide,
The flame for the angels at Christmastide.
Oh, its great, wide branches are powdered white
With silver dust from the stars at night —
Branches laden with wealth untold —
Wreaths and ribbons and ropes of gold!
Chain on chain of luminous things —
Suns and satellites — moons and rings —
Hung high up where the angels are —
Can you trace the branches from star to star?
And look — hung low for our mortal sight,
A luminous globe of silver white!
And yonder — sheer in the frosty air —
A dipper of diamonds dazzling fair!
Oh, if you and I could look and see,
With souls bared clear to its mystery —
This tree, with its millions of jewelled strands,
And its tapers lighted by cherub hands —
Who knows what marvels might beam and blaze
To thrill our souls with a rapt amaze!
—Angela Morgan
"The Christmas Tree of the Angels."
[The word "Advent" comes from the Latin adventus, which means "coming." In the Christian church Advent is that period of expectant waiting leading up to the Nativity of Jesus. Some prefer to think of it as a "Countdown to Christmas." If you've ever had an Advent calendar, you know that each day prior to Christmas has it own window, usually hidden behind a little flap or door, behind which is a scene or verse from the Scriptures. I thought it would be fun to take that idea and post a daily photo with a bit of text below—a stanza or two from a Christmas poem or a few lines of prose from a favorite Christmas story. The photos aren't intended to be tied with the text. Some are just ones I meant to run with a post this past year, but for whatever reason, didn't. To set these posts apart from my regular—or irregular!—ones, I've given them a different typeface and look.]


Wanda said...

The Christmas Tree of the Angels poem and my coffee really woke me up. I'm energized now and will finish decorating my tree today! It has been nice reading your Advent posts every morning.

madcobug said...

Beautiful poem! Love that moon. Helen

The Weaver of Grass said...

This is yet another one I have not heard before Scribe - and it has a kind of magical beauty. I am missing what is happening on your river though - do hope it flows as normal.

Gail said...


A beautiful picture and then such inspiring, magical and hopeful words full of promise. And may I take a moment to "thank yu" here, as well, for your heartfelt comments to me over at my place. Grizz, your words are so honest, profound and wise - and you took much precious time to show care and concern for me. I am filled with gratitude. :-)
Have a glorious Sunday-
Love and honor

The-Grizzled-But-Still-Incorrigible-Scribe-Himself! said...


I'm off later on to cut my tree—and with luck, I'll have it up and decorated today. Can't say I'm particularly energized, though… :-)

The-Grizzled-But-Still-Incorrigible-Scribe-Himself! said...


I think the moon was a "setting Hunter's Moon" I took one morning when I went out to feed the ducks.

The-Grizzled-But-Still-Incorrigible-Scribe-Himself! said...


Today along the river is lovely—bright and sunny, but cold. A lot of previous days, however, have been cloudy and rainy, plus I've not been out and about any more than necessary.

I will put up a regular post or two (at least!) this coming week.

The-Grizzled-But-Still-Incorrigible-Scribe-Himself! said...


You're more than welcome for any small comfort my words might bring—I just wish I could make it better for you. But know that you have friends out here who are genuinely concerned for you and your situation.

Take care of yourself…

Bernie said...

I have always loved this poem, thank you for posting it. Hope you are well.......:-) Hugs

The-Grizzled-But-Still-Incorrigible-Scribe-Himself! said...


I think of this poem every time I look into winter's night sky. I'm glad you enjoy it, too.

I went out and cut my Christmas tree this afternoon. That took a lot more out of me than I'd ever have imagined. Right now I'm just completely beat. I guess whatever I've had has sapped any and all energy reserves. But my eyes are back to normal, and except for a bit of coughing, I'm doing okay. Thank you for asking.

Hildred and Charles said...

Griz, - glad you are some better, but the danger to avoid is overdoing anything, no matter how tempting. Take care.

A beautiful picture-poem and very thought provoking. Thank you, - it is not one I know, but would like to. Advent progresses with mindful skirmishes in the kitchen!

The-Grizzled-But-Still-Incorrigible-Scribe-Himself! said...

Hildred and Charles …

You're right re. overdoing things too soon. I've done that and paid the price before, and sure don't want to repeat the lesson. I didn't think when I started out today that it would be so difficult…and I really wanted to get my tree up and begin decorating.

I'll try and get a little extra rest tomorrow. I hope.

It is a nice seasonal poem, I think. Glad you liked it.