January 08, 2012

Thankfulness & Praise

Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.

From "The Journey of the Magi" by T. S. Eliot. (Listen to him read it aloud.)

Illustration from The Story of Christmas by Felix Hoffman (via Stephanie)

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