Posted by: theodorecosmosophia | December 24, 2012

Holy Darkness: “Christmas in New York” by T. Richards & “Christmas in Wales” by Dylan Thomas

“Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-colored snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steadily falling night. I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept.”

– Dylan Thomas, A Child’s Christmas in Wales

“Christmas in New York”

In a dark, quiet corner

Amid the blackness of the season of light

Lonesome in a crowd of millions

Sipping hopeful wine, in a hopeless time.

I wonder how many more dreams will die

Before we dance the dance of resurrection.

I know now, how chaotic Jerusalem must have been

On that dark, holy night, many years ago.

In this dark season of light

Christmas, holy profundity

The time of the birth of God

The time of the crying, laughing baby

Born in the soul of millions

In every dark, quiet corner,

Of New York City, at Christmas.

New York, 2004

Originally published in Handprints on the Womb


  1. Thank you for honoring all that is. A halcyon seasonal shift to you and your dear ones.

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