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the echoes return slow
December 24, 2010, 10:45 am
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A Christmas meditation and poem from RS Thomas’ remarkable book ‘The Echoes Return Slow’

Town Christmases, country ones, sea Christmases are all transcended, perhaps, in nativities of the spirit.  If one cannot have the lights and festivities of the town, one can celebrate the coming of three waves from afar, who fall down, offering their gifts to what they do not understand.

This is the wrong Christmas

in the right place: mistletoe

water there is no kissing

under, the soused holly


of the wrack, and birds coming

to the bird-table with

no red on their breast.  All

night it has snowed


foam on the splintering

beaches, but the dawn-

wind carries it away, load

after load, and look,


the sand at the year’s

solstice is young flesh

in a green crib, product

of an immaculate conception.

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