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Another Christmas Stories
"Handel
is the greatest composer who ever lived.
I would bare my head and kneel at his grave"
--
L. V. Beethoven (1824)
Written by: Brother Ektor Harry Trubounis
The
wind blew cold
Cross
London Bridge that night,
It
whistled through his threadbare coat,
And
as he looked down
Into
those ice-packed waters,
George
Handel's gloomy thoughts
Said,
"end it all".
But
that was not the end for him;
The
Child that came to save the World
Saved
him that night.
He'd
sent an Angel to remind him;
It
was time to tell the 'Coming of the Lord',
To
write it in a Sacred Oratorio
He'd
call 'Messiah'.
The
Angel said:
"Remember
what I tell you now,
These
words were said so very long ago;
True
then, true now; remember them".
And
he began:
"Comfort
ye, comfort ye My people saith your God,
Speak
ye comfortably unto Jerusalem,
Cry
unto Her that her warfare is accomplished,
That
her iniquity is pardened,
For
She hath received double for all her sins.
The
voice of him that crieth in the wilderness;
Prepare
ye the Way of the Lord;
Make
straight in the desert
a
highway for our God.
Every
valley shall be exalted,
Every
Mountain and hill made low,
The
crooked straight
and
the rough places plain.
And
the Glory of the Lord shall be revealed,
All
flesh shall see it together,
For
the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it.
Behold,
a Virgin shall conceive,
And
bear a Son,
And
he shall be called Emmanuel, God with us.
Oh
thou that tellest good tidings to Zion,
Get
thee up into the high Mountain;
Oh
though that tellest good tidings
to
Jerusalem,
Lift
up thy voice, lift it up be not afraid.
Say
unto the cities of Judah behold your God!
Arise,
shine for thy light has come,
And
the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee."
And
indeed he came!
He
came to Jerusalem,
To
George Friderick Handel,
And
to the whole World.
And
every December,
We
celebrate that Coming with Love!
May
this poem bring Comfort and Joy.