Poem Today – Sunday, January 8, 2023.
It’s two weeks since Christmas.
Fourteen days. A two-week anniversary.
I am posting a Nativity poem today.
(Historically at this time Joseph & Mary & the baby are on their way to Egypt, to protect the holy child. They remain there will Jesus is twelve).
A Nativity poem.
For some, Christmas lasts till February 2, Candlemas day.
It is said in the bible on that day the child was baptized & Mary entered into a purification (Mikva) process after giving birth.
So for some the Christmas tree is still up & lit each evening.

Now & Events To Come
After Christmas & Capricorn, we have Aquarius & Valentine’s day, & Chinese new year, then Pisces, then Aries, then the Three Spring Festivals, including Wesak which we began preparations for with the Hierarchy at Winter Solstice. In the meantime we have retrogrades & stationing direct of the planets, the new & full moon festivals, & all of life in between.

Capricorn Sun & Mercury (conversation about the government)
Capricorn Sun & Mercury. Leo Moon. Mercury retro trine Uranus in Taurus (change continuing in our Constitutional Republic government – investigations begin tomorrow looking into high crimes & misdemeanors, the evidence will speak for itself), Venus in Aquarius, Mars retro in Gemini, Jupiter in Aries. Tomorrow the House GOP gets to work. After a deliberate process of dialogue & discipline, conversations that made the Rep stronger. (the border plan by the false prez is a joke).

Here is the Nativity poem.

Nativity Poem
by Joseph Brodsky (Nobel Prize, 1987, US Poet Laureate, 1991)
(poem translated by Seamus Heaney)

Imagine striking a match that night in the cave:
Imagine crockery, try to make use of its glaze
To feel cold cracks in the floor, the blankness of hunger.
Imagine the desert – but the desert is everywhere.
Imagine striking a match in that midnight cave,
The fire, the farm beasts in outline, the farm tools and stuff;
And imagine, as you towel your face in the enveloping folds,
Mary, Joseph, and the Infant in swaddling clothes.
Imagine the kings, the caravans’ stilted procession
As they make for the cave, or, rather, three beams closing in
And in on the star, the creaking of loads, the clink of a cowbell;
(No thronging of Heaven as yet, no peal of the bell
That will ring in the end for the infant once he has earned it).
Imagine the Lord, for the first time, from darkness, and stranded
Immensely in distance, recognizing Himself in the Son
Of Man: His homelessness plain to him now in a homeless one.

Who is Brodsky?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Brodsky

Look at Brodsky’s chart.
Look at the map of the Journey to Egypt.
Mary & Joseph & the baby traveled south & then west.
I wonder what town they lived in in Egypt?