I am indebted to Maggi Dawn for reminding me of this poem which makes me quiver. It will be o­ne of the readings at the Carol Service o­n Sunday evening at St Saviour's. The Scottish Vienna Horns will be playing, the choir have prepared carols, the church will be decorated and I will be singing something.  Starts 1800. All Welcome – admission free.

The angel and the girl are met,
Earth was the o­nly meeting place,
For the embodied never yet
Travelled beyond the shore of space.
The eternal spirits in freedom go.

See, they have come together, see,
While the destroying minutes flow,
Each reflects the other's face
Till heaven in hers and earth in his
Shine steady there. He's come to her
From far beyond the farthest star,
Feathered through time. Immediacy
of strangest strangeness is the bliss
That from their limbs all movement takes.
Yet the increasing rapture brings
So great a wonder that it makes
Each feather tremble o­n his wings.

Outside the window footsteps fall
Into the ordinary day
And with the sun along the wall
Pursue their unreturning way
That was ordained in eternity.
Sound's perpetual roundabout
Rolls its numbered octaves out
And hoarsely grinds its battered tune.

But through the endless afternoon
These neither speak nor movement make,
But stare into their deepening trance
As if their gaze would never break.

Edwin Muir

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