haiku: the falling snow
watching clumps of snow
falling from tree tops snow flakes
billowing in air
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
January 3, 2022

haiku: the falling snow
watching clumps of snow
falling from tree tops snow flakes
billowing in air
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
January 3, 2022


Christmas Morn Reflections: The Cosmic Christ comes into the world in the way of weakness, vulnerability, and need and a mission of radical grace and love for healing the world of power, oppression, and violence and lifting up the oppressed
“God entered into our world not with the crushing impact of unbearable glory, but in the way of weakness, vulnerability and need. On a wintry night in an obscure cave, the infant Jesus was a humble, naked, helpless God who allowed us to get close to him….The Bethlehem mystery will ever be a scandal to aspiring disciples who seek a triumphant Savior and a prosperity Gospel.” – Brennan Manning, Shipwrecked at the Stable

poem: and now it is Christmas ātimeā
time slows
and deepens
at Christmas
from 40 days
of waiting
expectantly

Advent reflections: When Mary, the mother of Jesus, and Elizabeth, the mother of John the Baptist, meet during their pregnancies, they rejoice in the ending of Empire and its oppression of the lowly under which they live at that time with the Roman occupation of Judea
Mary sings a revolutionary song to Elizabeth, known as the Magnificat:
The Magnificat: Luke 1:46-55 NRSV lyrics:
āMy soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has looked with favor on the lowliness of his servant. Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed; for the Mighty One has done great things for me, and holy is his name.
He has helped his servant Israel, in remembrance of his mercy, according to the promise he made to our ancestors, to Abraham and to his descendants forever.ā
German Lutheran theologian Dietrich Bonhoeffer called Maryās song āthe most passionate, the wildest, one might say the most revolutionary Advent hymn ever sung.ā Bonhoeffer, who would be hung 12 years later for resisting Nazism, added: āThis is not the gentle, tender, dreamy Mary … This song has none of the sweet, nostalgic, or even playful tones of ⦠Christmas carols. It is instead a hard, strong, inexorable song about collapsing thrones and humbled lords of this world … ā
Sister Elizabeth Johnson says āThe Magnificat is a revolutionary song of salvation whose political, economic, and social dimensions cannot be blunted. People in need in every society hear a blessing in this canticle. The battered woman, the single parent without resources, those without food on the table or without even a table, the homeless family, the young abandoned to their own devices, the old who are discarded: all are encompassed in the hope Mary proclaims.ā

it is in our inability
to sit with and receive
the mystery of humanās
greatest gift of Cosmic Christ,
come down to us
filling our hearts with Love
to be shared mutually
with others, which is our
greatest human downfall
failing to see and denying their
crucial transformative processes,
clinging to the old ways
of seeing the world as something
to be calculated and exploited
for our personal, selfish gain
dear oneās awaken,
prepare,
participate
art: āDalit Madonnaā by Jyoti Saha
Authorās note: My reflection is
inspired by the writings of the
German Lutheran Pastor,
theologian, and martyr Dietrich
Bonhoeffer, who was hung by the
Naziās for his resistance and religious
beliefs after spending two years in Nazi
prisons and concentration camps. I offer
these reflections from the perspective
of spiritual experience universal to all
creation and humanity whatever oneās
religion, faith, beliefs, or traditions.
Herein lies our hope for the Oneing
of heaven and earth in true belonging
in authentic communities of radical grace
and radical love. Advent blessings!

exiting Toddyās house
through the large kitchen
onto the screened porch
down the steep back stairs
across the backyard
out to the alley
then right four blocks
to the corner bakery
peering in the huge glass front
with the huge glass display cases
always filled completely
with cookies, pies, cakes, and rolls
entering the store
with its colorful display
and comforting aroma
enveloping all
with a pocket of change
one could buy a white paper sack
filled with their delicious
pastel, buttery, shortbread cookies
and for a bit more
the whitecake with creamy, white icing,
a chocolate meringue or chess pie,
or some fresh Parker House rolls
then on the way back, stopping
by the corner drugstore, its doorbell tingling,
and its wood slate floor, and high ceiling fan
hanging from the tin roof
buying an ice cold bottle of Coke
to wash it all down, a sugar high,
before the hike back up
to Toddyās kitchen
there one would always find Toddy
in her apron smiling widely, knowingly,
preparing food at the big sink
as steamy pots cooked on the cast iron stove
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
December 2, 2021
images family photos of Toddy
Beckerās Bakery unattributed
Authorās Note: Toddy was my maternal
grandmother. Everyone called her Toddy
which was a nickname from her childhood.
The bakery us grandkids visited was
Beckerās Bakery founded in 1925, which
was one of Nashvilleās best bakeries for
decades until closing a few years ago and
always one of the most popular. Getting
something there was always a treat, and we
were close enough to walk when at
Grandmotherās (Toddyās) house.


