Theos-Talk Archives (December 2006 Message tt00865)

And, another Quote for this Christmas season, from another time
long ago, when the nation was just finishing an armed conflict.

Christmas 1945, by N Meade Layne

"It's a lonesome Christmas", said father Brown

   As he laid the fork and the carver down,

And turned his head for a moment aside,

   And the mother knew he was trying to hide

The shine of a tear in his dimming eye.

   It never will do for folk to cry

At a burdened table on Christmas Day,

   But he thought of the words he could not say.



SON OF MY BLOOD WHOSE BODY LIES

UNDER THE ARCH OF ALIEN SKIES -

WHY ARE YOU FAR AND FAR AWAY?


(He did not turn at the answer clear,

"Father of mine, I am waiting here

Close and close for the love we bear"





And the mother bent her graying head

   And heard in her heart the words he said

In the years foregone - "Don't worry for me!

   I'll travel the land and sail the sea

And come back safe as safe can be!"

   Ah, sorrow, sorrow on Christmas day!

But she did not hear the soldier say



"MOTHER OF MINE, I AM HERE, AM HERE!

FREE FROM SORROW AND PAIN AND FEAR,

CLOSE TO THE HEART OF YOUR LOVE ALWAY."



She did not hear, but her lifted eyes

   Widened with grace of a strange surmise,

And she turned her face to the vacant chair,

   And stretched her arms to the soldier there,

WELCOME HOME FORM THE WARS AT LAST,

   When faith that was born of her wisdom passed

Into a perfect knowledge and happiness -

   God bless us all with an equal Grace!



***Meade was an Occultist, and founder of the Borderland Sciences Research 
Associates in the 1940s.

(from a small Book Of Verses), privately published in mimeographed form and 
presented to me many years ago.
DWK

Original Message ----- 
From: "Mark Jaqua" <proto37@yahoo.com>
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Sent: Saturday, December 23, 2006 11:30 AM
Subject: Theos-World Quote for Sunday, Dec. 24