The First Noel
The Angels did say
was for certain poor
shepherds in fields as they lay
in fields where they lay
tending their sheep
on a cold winter’s night
that was so deep
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel
A long time ago, when I was just a lad
I felt the song on the creek clear
off the lake waves, in the wide sun
all through my small self
Now I’m older but not any closer
to God and the Angels
who keep us clear
Now I know more but nothing real
Now I seek love but not for real
Now I call your name
but not gentle like I should
Now the talltorn cliff-waters
circle round and tumble down.
Now a wooden ship’s but
a tempest’s plaything.
Ah well, let it pass; we can’t all be might industrialists and snappy admen.
Some of us must needs die beneath the weight of this mistake
that spreads salty tangy hot and sharp through our mouths.
Some of us may pay the price; but we do ask God to forgive us,
to lift us back into the lee side, into a living, breathing moment;
we do ask God to help us try again, try better, try for real,
try to live in complete awareness, in full clarity, in relentless honesty,
in the calm that knows what Kindness is, how to follow It, and why It is the Way.
Clothes Extolling Pure Love
Various Pure Love Gimmicks
B. Willard’s Pure Love Shop.
We couldn’t help it and did a shirt on romantic love, even thought romantic love is not an eternal good at all, but rather a sly dog that can be trusted only insofar as you want to fail: Romantic Love T-Shirts & The Resultant Follies
Author: B. Willard
Editor: A. Whistletown
Copyright Holder / Distant Onlooker: A. Watson
This Logbook becomes a chapter book at Logbook of a Pure Love Mogul: Chapters