"There is no rose of such virtue as is the rose that bore Jesu. Alleluia.
For in this rose contained was Heaven and earth in little space. Resmiranda.
By that rose we may well see there be one God in Persons three. Pares forma.
The angels sungen the shepherds to: 'Gloria in excelsis Deo!' Gaudeamus.
Leave we all this worldly mirth, and follow we this joyful birth." Transeamus.
-Anonymous 14th Century English Poem, set to music by Benjamin Britten
For whatever reason, the last line of this poem resonated within me as I listened our church's choir sing through this magnificent piece last night at a concert in the city.
It is such a struggle to maintain focus, isn't it? Amidst all the bustle and buying and baking and all the "I have to..."s of life, I am attempting to remember what it's all about.
"Leave we all this worldly mirth, and follow we this joyful birth."