TRIP TO HISTORIC BATH POEM 23

Merry Christmas one and all! It is a lovely day and we have partaken of a feast! I join you now with a poem called Christmastide.

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“And he began, "What chance or destiny has brought you here before your final day? And who is he who leads your pilgrimage?" "Up there in life beneath the quiet stars I lost my way," I answered, "in a valley, before I'd reached the fullness of my age. I turned my shoulders on it yesterday: this soul appeared as I was falling back, and by the road through Hell he leads me home." "Follow your star and you will never fail to find your glorious port," he said to me” Dante Alighieri

Christmastide

We walk the path of saints,

Past the relics of their lives,

Journeying as one does hoping,

That life will be kind and fortune to find.

If we were in the past,

Would we have peered,

Across the pews catching,

Only a glimpse before we walked together?

A story as old as time,

Betwixt a pair of lovers,

Conjoined by duty and matrimony,

Shyly taking our vows.

Boldly you go ahead,

And I must hold you,

For steadiness is not my nature,

So our vow is held by love.

“She hurried into a new spring evening dress of the frailest fairy blue. In the excitement of seeing herself in it, it seemed as if she had shed the old skin of winter and emerged a shining chrysalis with no stain; and going downstairs her feet fell softly just off the beat of the music from below. It was a tune from a play she had seen a week ago in New York, a tune with a future...” F. Scott Fitzgerald