While many people seem to believe that Sting wrote this song, it was actually written sometime in the 15th century. It is sung here by Chanticleer, an amazing men’s a capella group. This is a beautiful tune,
There Is No Rose of Such Virtue
There is no rose of such virtue
As is the rose that bare Jesu;
For in this rose contained was
Heaven and earth in little space;
By that rose we may well see
That he is God in persons three,
The angels sungen the shepherds to:
Gloria in excelsis deo:
Leave we all this worldly mirth,
And follow we this joyful birth;
Alleluia, res miranda,
Pares forma, gaudeamus,
Today #1 daughter came over and #2 son called with FaceTime so I could see his bearded face and the tower of Christmas goodies which I sent him, and which arrived in time for his celebration.
Will I finish #2 daughter’s sweater by Christmas? That’s touch and go. Will I finish it before she gets here? Almost certainly not. I could do so only by not working at all tomorrow.
I took time off today to go to the mall with my husband. He had spent a couple of hours at Target trying to buy gifts before giving up and coming home.
While we were gone, my friend La Bella came by and dropped off a gift. The Art Professor and his wife did so, too, the other day. People are a good part of life. I worry sometimes that I will end up a recluse like my mother, with only one or two people attempting to see me, and asking them to leave. Surely if I continue to work against that I will be able to stave it off.
But I am not dropping gifts off at people’s homes. Instead, I am skipping nearly every party I’m invited to and keeping obsessive track of the number of meetings or appointments I have.
One tomorrow, plus shopping with #1 son, and then #2 daughter arrives. I look forward to all those things.
Here is Sting, in case you want to hear it.