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Hilary Minor Poem
Christmas Bells Ring Out With Joy
Christmas bells ring out with joy,
Announce the birth of baby boy.
Star that shines so bright above
Leads the way to heavenly love.
Angels singing, pointing, calling
Shepherds on the hills a-trembling
Leave their sheep to stand and gaze
On this baby’s face so grave.
Kings with richest gifts all laden
Swiftly travel, all doubt forgotten
To a humble stable bare
To offer gold, incense, myrrh
And to adore the trinity
Of Mother, Father and sweet baby,
While sheep and goats and silent kine
Look upon the scene divine.
Hush now, hush, the baby’s waking,
No wind’s sighing, no leaf’s quaking
But on His face a smile is breaking –
In dulci jubilo!
Shepherds, Kings and you and me
Angels, oxen and Wise Men Three
Hear bells ring out the whole world over
To announce the birth of Christ our Saviour.
Hilary Minor
Guildford,
July 2011
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Hilary Minor Poem
My Shiny Beetle
I found a shiny beetle,
I call him Glitterbug Jim.
He’s dead and I’m heartbroken
So I’m going to immortalise him.
I’ll wrap him round in resin
So all the world can see
His spindly legs and shiny bot
For all Eternity.
Yes, I’ll wrap him round in resin
And write a mournful verse
So he can rest forever
In his little resin hearse.
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Yellow As Honey : Mary’s Song
Yellow as honey the bright stars shine
Down upon this babe of mine.
The folds that now around him twine
Are the colour of deep red wine.
Deep red wine? Or is it blood?
Dark thoughts threaten to intrude
On joy and peace that here infuse
This simple space of stable rude.
Hear how in heav’n the angels sing
With harp and flute and mandoline.
They sing of God’s great love divine
For Man and for this child of mine
Who He has sent Man to redeem.
Can this be real or just a dream?
No dream, I think, for safe and warm
Lies here this child who’s just been born.
So banish darkling thoughts and shadows
Of future woes and future sorrows
And sing with me sweet songs, all-hallowed,
For this child’s life and the World’s tomorrows.
Hilary Minor
Guildford,
July 2011
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