'Twinkle, twinkle little star,
how we wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
like a diamond in the sky.
Bringing visions from afar,
how we wonder what you are.
Alix Brown, Candles and Conifers
The boat, Odilon Redon, click here for a story about a fisherman read by Stephan Helfer
The people waking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned' Isaiah 9:2
In the story the fisherman was impatient, he could not wait for the light to return so he made his own. It did not work! The people who waited in darkness 'have seen a great light'. I wonder if there is something here about allowing the darkness so we can be shown the light? We cannot make it come, it has to be seen and received.
Are we our own and sole light? Who seems lost in the Christmas narrative?