A. R. AMMONS
Christmas Eve

When cold, I huddle up, foetal, cross
arms:
but in summer, sprawl:

secret is plain old
surface area,
decreased in winter, retaining: in summer no
limbs touching?
radiating:
everything is physical:

chemistry is physical:
electrical noumenal mind
is:
(I declare!)

put up Christmas tree this afternoon:
fell
asleep in big…[Read more]

Andrew’s talk, The Eternal Buddha is no one else but the Eternal Christ—a talk given to a United Reformed Church Advent online retreat called “Waiting for the light” on December 2nd, 2025

is at andrewjbrown.blogspot.com/2025/11/the-eternal-buddha-is-no-one-else-but.html

This is the first post — looking forward to discussions here during “Waiting for the Light”

Like Streams in the Wilderness, this event was hugely unique. So feedback on how it went would be hugely appreciated!

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Matthew 2. 1 – 11

Then, opening their treasure chests, they offered him gifts of gold

Money Money by Abba

We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease h…[Read more]

Samira’s Story

I offer you my greetings, my lords and ladies, who are listening to my story today. My name is Samira, and I am the first wife of my Lord and husband Melchior – and wise and noble scholar of the land of Persia.

I would like to recount my story of how it came to be that I, Samira, journeyed with my husband to meet the baby and his…[Read more]

I’m Joseph sort-of of David’s line, apparently. We Jews have long memories, so I guess that’s right. We re-tell our stories. That kept things going in Babylon, but, well. My problem is that I’m what they call a “Mamzer”… something happened way back when. Something happened the wrong side of the blanket — people become “Mamzers” as a result, and we…[Read more]

I am the song of the Morning Star adorning the darkness of night with the unrestrainable joy of the Eternal.  I am here, blazing across the Heavens kindling a fire that will burn deep – deep and restless in your heart.

I am here to awaken, encourage and disturb you, I am here to guide you to the Holy One who awaits you.   I am the pounding hear…[Read more]

A SHEPHERD

I really shouldn’t be talking to you. This job, being a shepherd, is really crucial to me. I’m not originally from around these parts, and people in Bethlehem are suspicious of me, being a stranger and all. We’re not really popular in town anyway, smelling of sheep and dirt as you do after a few weeks out here, so I only go there when…[Read more]

I am the song of the Morning Star adorning the darkness of night with the unrestrainable joy of the Eternal.  I am here, blazing across the Heavens kindling a fire that will burn deep – deep and restless in your heart.

I am here to awaken, encourage and disturb you, I am here to guide you to the Holy One who awaits you.   I am the pounding hear…[Read more]