

People, look east. The time is near
Of the crowning of the year.
Make your house fair as you are able,
Trim the hearth and set the table.
People, look east and sing today:
Love, the guest, is on the way.
Furrows, be glad. Though earth is bare,
One more seed is planted there:
Give up your strength the seed to nourish,
That in course the flower may flourish.
People, look east and sing today:
Love, the rose, is on the way.
Birds, though you long have ceased to build,
Guard the nest that must be filled.
Even the hour when wings are frozen
God for fledging time has chosen.
People, look east and sing today:
Love, the bird, is on the way.
Stars, keep the watch. When night is dim
One more light the bowl shall brim,
Shining beyond the frosty weather,
Bright as sun and moon together.
People, look east and sing today:
Love, the star, is on the way.
Angels, announce with shouts of mirth
Christ who brings new life to earth.
Set every peak and valley humming
With the word, the Lord is coming.
People, look east and sing today:
Love, the Lord, is on the way.
Words and Music: Eleanor Farjeon (1881-1965), 1928
That picture above was taken last week. But I love it and wanted to get it up here. We have a busy week ahead of us but we are not all healthy. Julia and I caught Patrick's bug. I am feeling better I just have a cough and feel tired. Julia is still running a high fever. I pray the baby doesn't get it or anyone else for that matter. I am also praying the upcoming busy-ness doesn't take away from some much needed quiet time so we can prepare our hearts. So if the cookies don't get made in my kitchen this year there is always the local bakery. Maybe this illness is a little gift.