I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
“We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,”
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
Oliver Herford
I have been sharing this poem for close to forty years. First with my kindergarten and first grade students, and then with the adults in my life. Lately it has been my Christmas card, primarily sent over the internet. For me, it is a poem of hope; my hope this December is that it is one of hope for you, too. It is truly ecumenical, speaking all spiritual languages and for all religions.
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
“We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,”
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
Oliver Herford
I have been sharing this poem for close to forty years. First with my kindergarten and first grade students, and then with the adults in my life. Lately it has been my Christmas card, primarily sent over the internet. For me, it is a poem of hope; my hope this December is that it is one of hope for you, too. It is truly ecumenical, speaking all spiritual languages and for all religions.