Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues,
And there are words not made with lungs.
– Richard Crashaw, poet (1613-1649)

Well, Christmas is upon us, on the New Calendar. I always like to note that December 25 on the Julian Calendar – the Orthodox liturgical calendar – falls on January 6 on the Calendar used by most Westerners and their governments. So Christmas in my Church is still 2.5 weeks away. But I digressed before I never started to have a point. … Oh yeah, Christmas.

No. I don’t know what I want to say to you about Christmas yet. Maybe tomorrow. Tonight, the topic is words. I’ll be briefer.

I want to change the quote of the day to read this way:

Eyes are vocal tears,
have tongues,
And there are words not made,
with lungs.

Anybody mind? Richard probably doesn’t. He’s dead, presumably. And I’m off to bed, to dream about words not made.

So much of what I’ve written,
I haven’t.

In honor of the Solstice, let us remember the words of The Chink:

Ha ha ho ho and hee hee.