|Picture: Mary Sinead Cards|
Thursday, 5 January 2012
The Gentiles meet the Star Born!
The Feast of the Epiphany of Our Lord
Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye,
In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones
Appear and disappear in the blue depths of the sky
With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones,
And all their helms of silver hovering side by side,
And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more,
Being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied,
The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.
William Butler Yeats