Nickers and Ink: Utterings unsaid. " Uh-oh! An undercurrent strong That wanders with a wordless wrong Bids her to shout – To call one out..." ART: Shadow of Past Times, by Margret Hofheinz-Doring, 1964, Creative Commons Licensing.
Ah, dearest Jesus, holy Child, Make thee a bed, soft, undefiled, Within my heart, that it may be A quiet chamber kept for Thee. My heart for very joy doth leap, My lips no more can silence keep, I too must sing, with joyful tongue, That sweetest ancient cradle song, Glory to God in highest heaven, Who unto man His Son hath given While angels sing with pious mirth. A glad new year to all the earth. -Martin Luther.