“To the things that cannot be and that are”

Christmas Poem

by G.K. Chesterton

There fared a mother driven forth
Out of an inn to roam;
In the place where she was homeless
All men are at home.
The crazy stable close at hand,
With shaking timber and shifting sand,
Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand
Than the square stones of Rome.

For men are homesick in their homes,
And strangers under the sun,
And they lay their heads in a foreign land
Whenever the day is done.

Here we have battle and blazing eyes,
And chance and honour and high surprise,
But our homes are under miraculous skies
Where the yule tale was begun.

A child in a foul stable,
Where the beasts feed and foam;
Only where He was homeless
Are you and I at home;
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost—how long ago!
In a place no chart nor ship can show
Under the sky’s dome.

This world is wild as an old wife’s tale,
And strange the plain things are,
The earth is enough and the air is enough
For our wonder and our war;
But our rest is as far as the fire-drake swings
And our peace is put in impossible things
Where clashed and thundered unthinkable wings
Round an incredible star.

To an open house in the evening
Home shall all men come,
To an older place than Eden
And a taller town than Rome.
To the end of the way of the wandering star,
To the things that cannot be and that are,
To the place where God was homeless
And all men are at home.

(Gilbert Keith Chesterton)

A blessed Christmas to all of you. By all means, spend it with your family. Just don’t forget the Holy Family.


Ah, Where Have You Gone, 16 Horsepower?

I wish they still made music. This article is from a few years ago. The best quote?

“I make my music for people who don’t believe in God,” declares Edwards, who plays guitar, banjo, hurdy-gurdy, and concertina on Sixteen Horsepower’s new Low Estate (A&M; in stores this Tuesday). “I think what I’m supposed to do is pretty much scare the shit outta people. And I really hope I do, because maybe that’s what they need.”

Man, if you can find Low Estate, or Sackcloth ‘n’ Ashes, pick them up and pay for them. They are good. Then get Secret South. Then Folklore. You will not regret it. Then get the Woven Hand albums (specifically, Woven Hand and Consider the Birds. The others are the score for a Belgian dance company). Then wait semi-patiently for the next Woven Hand album.

Well, that’s what I’m doing, anyway.