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Thursday, December 23, 2010

Review: San Francisco's Tante Marie cooking school reviews Fruitcake offered by New Camaldoli monastery, Big Sur
by Peter Menkin


Festivities of Christmas are marked by various factors, food one of the important parts of any celebratory season in the Christian year. In an effort to find out about fruitcake and its favor among those who enjoy this dessert in the Christmas season, we offered to review date nut cake


Chef Frances Wilson with two students



 and fruitcake made by Camaldoli Benedictine Monks in Big Sur, California and offered to those fans of such eating during the holiday season.

The monks at New Camaldoli have a special recipe for their fruitcake and have been making and offering it to the public for about 40 years. At one point, they baked their own fruitcake on the monastery premises, but now because of the need to renew their equipment, for the past few years they have been contracting the baking out to a Monterey, California bakery (a city not so far, nor not so near the Hermitage that is located near a very small town named Lucia on the coast by the Pacific Ocean).

Of the fruitcake, the monastery says, “Our carefully baked fruitcakes and date-nut cakes are aged at least 3 months in a temperature controlled environment. Our Hermitage fruitcakes are made with cherries, pineapples, California raisins, walnuts, dates, and Georgia pecans. Our date-nut cakes are made with choice California dates and fresh walnuts, which are blended with a variety of spices. Cakes are dipped in grape brandy and aged for 3 to 6 months.”

The real test of fruitcake, New Camaldoli created or not, is in the eating. To this end the culinary school, Tante Marie Cooking School, in San Francisco offered their services. One teacher and chef with her 12 or so students tasted the fruitcake and date nut cake to give a review of what they thought so as to find out if this fruitcake etc. is a worthwhile Christmas dessert. The sum of their investigation turned up a positive

New Camaldoli fruitcake ready for tasting



result: Yes, fruitcake is a good Christmas dessert, though not officially a religious food (what does that mean we wondered). The Hermitage fruitcake it was decided is a good and yummy cake, though those weren’t the reviewer’s words, but the idea was clear that both cakes found favor with the teacher and the students, with some reservations.

Before progressing too far into the tasting, first a context of who the school may be (Tante Marie, that is), and some of the results of the details involved in the review itself, let us address the question of the Christian nature of fruitcake. It is known that in some quarters fruitcake is a joke, a kind of rejected dessert provided by relatives of various families in times of Christmas dinner. Frequently passed around after Christmas in an effort to dispose of pieces of left over dessert, the fruitcake, primarily, can be found as a rejected Christmas treat. Is this a Christ-like dessert, to put it in the humorous way, for after all Christ even before birth could not find a place to be born, let alone accepted in his lifetime for what it is that he is as Son of Man and Savior of the world. Perhaps we reach too far with our metaphors.

This is California, a land of Culture Wars and what one editor said to me were “…the Christmas Wars…” How does one say “Happy Holidays,” becomes a culture war question in California and even some other States in the Union. It is almost as though saying “Merry Christmas,” is an affront. In stores like Macy’s and Sears the Christmas Season begins in October. Advertisers in newspapers, advertisers like Macy’s in particular who is cited here, have stopped saying, “Merry Christmas.” They simply state in large letters, “Believe.”

One Facebook friend not wanting to mention Christ, so it is presumed, offers this Holiday Explanation with Greeting: It is the Christmas season, a time when all levels of emotion ride the etheric waves. What we need to remember is that Christmas is not about presents, not about Church dogma, not really about the hypothetical birthdate of a man some 2000 plus years ago. It is about the celebration of Christ Consciousness, or if you prefer Universal Cosmic Conciousness or Buddha Counciousness. Enjoy, Love.

This writer replied: Merry Christmas!! Hurrah! for Buddha Consciousness, Cosmic Consciousness, Universal consciousness and the hypothetical birthday!!

Yes,, that it is out there, or a little wacky, or dare we say, “Fruitcake.”

Suffice it to say that this New Camaldoli Fruitcake and especially its Date Nut cake does not fall into the category of a faulty metaphor or a poor choice for a gift at Christmas time. It is not dried fruit with a cardboard texture, but a rich and moist, interesting flavorful treat that some

Publicity photo, the glamorous fruitcake



students and even the teacher-Chef found a little too much with an alcohol taste. Some will like that stronger brandy flavor, though. Neither fruitcake nor the date nut cake were found to be a failures, though another criticism in the serious tasting done in a holiday spirit of fun and celebration by the cooking school students at San Francisco’s store front culinary school was it had preservatives. For the record, here are the ingredients of the cakes:

Fruitcake Ingredients: Fruit mix (Cherries, pineapple, citrus peels, artificial colors & flavors, citric acid, and sodium benzoate and potassium sorbate—preservatives), raisins, sugar, dates, enriched flour (wheat flour, malted barley, flour niacin, iron, thiamin, riboflavin, potassium bromate), walnuts, pecans, water, brandy, butter, powdered egg yolks, wine, natural and artificial flavors, salt, bicarbonate of soda, spices, powdered egg whites, nonfat dry milk, vegetable gums (karaya & tragacanth) and starches.

Date-Nut Ingredients: Dates, diced walnuts, sugar, enriched flour (wheat flour, malted barley flour, niacin, iron, thiamin, riboflavin, potassium bromate), water, brandy, butter, powered egg yolks, wine, natural and artificial flavors, salt, bicarbonate of soda, spices, nonfat dry milk, powdered egg whites, vegetable gums (karaya & tragacanth) and starches.

In a telephone interview with Chef and teacher Frances Wilson at her home, she reported of the tasting: “(The date nut cake) was on the dryer side, but still pretty moist. The brandy dipped fruitcake much richer. The fruitcake reminded me a lot of English or Irish style Christmas pudding because it has whole cherries and was densely packed with fruit. It was very, very moist. And soaked in brandy. The Irish do it soaked in whiskey.”

Before going further with the review, Mary Risley, Chef, cookbook author, and school’s founder told us about Tante Marie: “We usually have fourteen to fifteen students at our storefront in north beach. The kitchen itself has everything on the home level so

Tante Marie School, Mary Risley (2nd from left)



it is not threatening, demonstrating one doesn’t need special equipment to cook. Half the school is for interested home cooks, half are those interested in wanting to go into the profession.

“We have a lot of wonderful successful students who have graduated. There are television personalities, cookbook authors. Shelly Lindgren she was a James Beard Award winner as the Wine Person of the year. She has two restaurants in San Francisco, one called A 16, and the other SPQR. She graduated in 2002. She is a successful restaurant owner, cook book author, and sommelier. I’ve had the school since 1979.”

 This is why Mary went with the tasting, to demonstrate her cooking premise again, and this assumes that fruitcake and date nut cake are civilized foods, but certainly that the Christmas festivities and eating itself are civilized. Mary Risley says, “We live in an era when people have gotten away from cooking and buying food. Cooking and eating is one of the good things in life. You can’t just pick up food like a raccoon. What makes us civilized is being able to prepare it in a delicious way. We are giving people the ability to prepare food and share it with others.” There the reader has Tante Marie’s reason to be.


Continuing with the interview with Chef and teacher Frances Wilson:

“I actually think the students preferred the date nut cake because they felt it was less of an alcohol flavor more of a cake texture. They all enjoyed both cakes and were not familiar with fruitcake, for Christmas breads we worked with were pantone and hallah, which are much plainer. They preferred them because they are plainer. They preferred the date cake because it was less sweet. Four of our students are Jewish.

“We ate about half of each one, and gave the rest away. The woman who does the dishes loved them. We give her a lot when we finish cooking. She was very excited she could take them home to her family.”

Afterthought by Frances: “The brandy dipped Fruitcake reminded me of home and friends and Christmas.” (Frances is Anglican.)

At this point in our conversation by phone at her home near San Francisco, Frances Wilson took over the conversation and began a lecture. She was responding to this writer’s comment on a student remark that they would not pay much for fruitcake, and it seemed that there was a touch of the independent sense of the student mentality regarding what was their tasting abilities as well as sensibleness of their pocketbooks. In other words, this was expensive fruitcake and date nut cake and better could be done other ways than buying it. Frances spoke to the point of their student attitude of, “I’ll make it myself,” and maybe they are right…:

I’m not sure how realistic that is (to think they can bake it so inexpensively), and these are culinary students and they do a lot of their own baking. They don’t appreciate or think of buying things. They make their own. (To another student concern…)… People are becoming more and more aware of…there are a lot of artificial ingredients and that is not a good thing. They are very aware that making a thing from scratch is better. It’s more of a mass produced thing than a hand produced thing (referring to the monk’s fruitcake). It has a lot of preservatives and artificial ingredients. (Our students are) a group that is very aware of this kind of thing.

For the monks who are selling the fruit cakes through the mail, someone may take it to someone at Christmas so it will last much longer. The richness of the cake is good, and the alcohol preserves it…that gives it a consistency of product that guarantees it when shipped. The students are hyper-aware of that preservative business as compared to the general population.

We have many people of different persuasions, and one bread is hallah. We have four students who are Jewish. We don’t think of the cake as religious, but part of the celebration. There is not a symbolism of the cake.

The English cake is Simnel at Easter and there are many different cakes associated with Easter. But they have many Pagan origins, and the eggs have something to do with fertility.

There are marzipan balls on top that represent the 11 disciples.

They are actually a co-op thing of the Pagan thing. I see a lot more connections here of a religious kind. The Christmas connection is more holiday brand, because it was made from dried fruit and nothing else was available at that time. The other cake we made on Friday was a Stollen, and somebody told me it is supposed to look like the Baby Jesus swaddled. It comes from Germany.

They had a good time and we had a lot of fun. They put a lot of effort into it. They now have knowledge they can use as a critical tool. (Tasting on a critical basis is a good lesson for students, apparently.)


Monastery Chapel
 This writer notes that The Los Angeles Times ran a story (local Front Page) on Immaculate Heart Hermitage Fruitcake, which can be ordered here. Mike Anton writes in December, 2010, referring to declining sales of the fruitcake:

But stiff competition from other monasteries and the outsourcing of baking to a company near Monterey eight years ago have cut annual cake sales to about 5,000 a year from 9,000 a decade ago.

“People bought it because it was made by us — all by hand. When they read on the package that it was made at a bakery, a lot of them probably said ‘let’s go find another monastery where they do make it themselves,”’ said Father Zacchaeus. “We were afraid our equipment was going to fall apart, and we didn’t have the manpower anymore.”

The power of The Los Angeles Times article was so great that as a result of its appearance, within a day the monastery literally ran out of fruitcakes for the year and can offer no more, though date nut remain available.

The owner of Tante Marie, Mary Risley, tells this writer that another good dessert for Christmas is the following recipe created by her for the season. Mary says, “This morning I am making cranberry red wine tart to publish on my website www.tantemarie.com

I publish recipes every month in a newsletter. One can sign up for the newsletter on the website, no charge.” The recipe is this:

This is an absolutely delicious holiday dessert that could also be made into individual tarts. Happy eating!

 
Tante Marie's cookbook
by Mary Risley









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Jamie Oliver’s Red Wine and Cranberry Tart

Ingredients:

Tart Ingredients
3/4 lb. sweet pastry
1 1/2 cups red wine
1 cinnamon stick
2 star anise
1 vanilla pod, split
4 cloves
juice and grated zest of 1 orange
1 lb. fresh cranberries
1 cup light brown sugar
3/4 cups red currant jelly
2 Tbs. butter
1/2 cup flour
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 tsp. ground cinnamon
3 Tbs. pine nuts (or almonds)


Instructions:

Roll out the pastry to about 3/8 inch thick and line a 9-inch tart tin with removable bottom with the dough. Prick the bottom with a fork and chill for 20 minutes. Bake blind (which means to line it with parchment and fill it with beans) for 20 minutes in a preheated 425 degree oven, remove the beans and bake another 10 minutes. Remove from oven and chill before filling.

Roll out pastry
Pour the wine into a saucepan and add the cinnamon stick, star anise, vanilla pod, cloves, and orange juice and zest. Bring this mixture to the boil and then simmer gently for 15 minutes to infuse. Remove the spices; add the cranberries and 1 cup of the sugar. Stir in the red currant jelly and bring back to the boil; then leave to simmer on a low heat for 45 minutes, stirring occasionally, until thick and the cranberries have burst. Let cool.

While the cranberry filling is cooking, make the crumble topping. Cut the butter into the flour in a bowl until it resembles fine breadcrumbs; then fold in remaining brown sugar, cinnamon, and pine nuts.

To assemble, pour the cranberry filling into the tart shell and sprinkle over the crumble topping. Return the tart to the oven and bake for another 20 minutes until golden and crisp on the sides. Let cool on a rack. Serve with crème fraiche, ice cream, or lightly sweetened whipped cream on the side.

Serves: 12



Copyright © Mary S. Risley

Recipe adapted from jamiemagazine.com



Tante Marie’s Sweet Pastry

Ingredients:

1 2/3 cups pastry or all-purpose flour
2 Tbs. sugar
9 Tbs. butter, chilled
pinch of salt
1 egg yolk
3/4 Tbs. cold water

Instructions:

In a large bowl, put the flour, sugar, butter, and salt. Using a pastry blender, two knives or a fork, work the butter and flour until it has the texture of oatmeal. Make a well in the center of this mixture, and pour in the egg yolk, beaten with the water. Mix with a fork, then use your hands to press the dough into a ball. Knead the dough for a few seconds to distribute the fat evenly, then re-form into a ball. Wrap in wax paper and refrigerate for at least 20 minutes. It will keep for 3 or 4 days in the refrigerator, or several weeks in the freezer.

When ready to use, put on a board that is lightly floured and roll out to slightly larger than the size desired. Roll back onto a rolling pin, slide over pan, push down in corners, cut off excess dough, crimp edges, and refrigerate until ready to use. Makes 3/4 lb.



Copyright © Mary S. Risley



This article appeared originally in Church of England Newspaper, London.

Front door

Friday, December 18, 2009


Advent to Christmas: Waiting
By Peter Menkin
December 13, 2009


How the season turns in the day, in the continued
And continuing holiday--for the birth
Of our Saviour. What to do, but wait on the Lord.
Awaken.

No tree yet, for Advent three is tomorrow
Sunday.
Tomorrow, a tree—but not real,
Facsimile, model green foot high
Christmas tree.

Reminder of the season,
Season of kindness, hope,
Thanks be to God.

A small sculpture in angles
This tree. Symbol of evergreen,
It is a pleasure to see you again.
Awaken.

Waiting for the newness in the winter,
In the dark as days turn more towards the light,
And the California cold with rain
Tells of the weatherman’s prediction:
Grey sky, clouds--let the brightness
Of the season with its cheer leave us
In joy and remembrance
As we think of others.

Let us remember the hope
The birth of Christ means,
Renewal and New Testament of
Gospel pleasures and comfort.

Tree, slim and modern of the 21st century
Likeness of the living reality, we know
Christ will come. Awaken.

Poem or prayer, this journey of Christmas,
This series of still words in the calm of the
Night
Brings serene knowledge of quiet
Expectation. Awaken.

Celebration in patience is the hallmark this
Year, in the cold late night awakening
Of the truth remarkable, the new Christmas,
Again, this time of the year, hallowed days
Of the expectant waiting on the Saviour



This is a work in progress.

Friday, July 11, 2008


Christmas poem in July

Here it is summer, and I've revised a Christmas poem started prior to the Millenium 2000. Experimental still, the poem is yet to be completed. Note there is no Christmas tree in this poem. My apologies to friends who've requested a Christmas poem with a Christmas tree.

Christmas as poem
By Peter Menkin



I hope you like poems about babies,
new, and birth and stars that bend their voices.
My answer to your perplexity is this:
Fall/Winter gratitude. Thankfulness for the blessing of a healthy birth,
and in this recitation of a lesson (which is what this poem represents)
also a merry carol
a series of phrases from two hymns for Christmas.
"...let every heart prepare him room, and heaven and nature sing..."
"and every stone shall cry.---- And every stone shall cry;"
"To pave his kingdom come.----"
"By whose descent among us the worlds are reconciled."

Oh, but you are mine and
I ask to be in you and you in me.
What gifts you bear so that we may bear
gifts to you, my soul is thankful. With praise.

I offer this poem much with an apology
for I did, too,
want to construct part of the mystery of the event
that is so moving and in its truth ancient and
worthy to be brought to this Millennium of 2000 for a New Year.

So it is here as I constructed it more than three years ago,
with thanks for your attention and forebearance
to see these words that are a love of affection in the entry of
justice that is given by God in Triune splendor
-- of a love that is desire and the beat of a heart in man and woman.









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Friday, December 21, 2007


"Advent"

by Peter Menkin


Grace:

Yielding To God.


Quiet:

Waiting In the season.


Christ is coming,

Born this year.










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Wednesday, December 19, 2007


"Listening to my Muse, Conversations w/the Holy Spirit III"

by Peter Menkin



The resurrection of the dead, you Almighty

blessed from eternity to eternity, say

"...in that age and in the resurrection from the dead

neither marry nor are given in marriage."

Pray,

"Indeed they cannot die anymore."

Mystery and wonder, can this be--the end.

As I wait this Advent, waiting on Christmas,

the beauty of the liturgy, the starry Eucharist,

the gathering of the congregation, what is desire?

I desire You; oh, my soul

I read the Psalms as St. Romauld suggests,

and my dear one Christ, which a Priest says,

offers wisdom's gifts of healing, too. Manifold graces, tears.



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Tuesday, December 18, 2007




"Advent Candle"


by Peter Menkin







Lit a candle.




My heart is beginning,


My heart is hopeful,


My heart is open.




It is in the season,


A coming, something.


A coming, remarkable.


A coming, promise.




It is the light in the day.




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Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Two new Reviews: one a Rowan William’s book…

http://www.amazon.com/Wound-Knowledge-Christian-Spirituality-Testament/dp/1561010472/sr=1-1/qid=1167863759/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-3200954-0540042?ie=UTF8&s=books

Where does this book begin? I find so many entry points, for the writer, Archbishop Rowan Williams, allows the reader to join in at many places. I will start from the beginning, the usual way of writing a book review. For me, there are many lessons as in the way to live more seriously in Christ. To live more seriously in the church and into "...the historical corporateness of its tradition..." with commitment. He the head of the Anglican Church, its worldwide communion, and the Church of England again provides a service in illuminating God-in-Christ. I do not mean to reduce this thoughtful and brilliant book to a series of sound bites. For it is a readable yet scholarly book, well thought out, and filled with the "Wound of Knowledge" as the title suggests.



http://www.amazon.com/Home-Christmas-Stories-Young-Old/dp/1570755582/sr=1-1/qid=1167863835/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-3200954-0540042?ie=UTF8&s=books

This Christmas season I spent time reading this excellent collection of readable, intriguing Christmas stories. All tell of the promise of the season: Goodness, giving, even each a story of a miracle of a kind. The collection subtitled, "Stories for Young and Old" is an apt description of the 332 page paperback compiled by Miriam LeBlanc, illustrated by David G. Klein and published by Orbis Books, Maryknoll, New York. This book has the seal of approval of this reader, and here I quote from the note at the book's beginning written by Emmy Arnold. I think this is the right seal of approval in our contemporary America: "Even though Christmas is exploited for profit, even though its meaning is often corrupted, it is still the time of year that we feel the impulse to think of others. It is still the season of anticipation and joy. The brightness and fragrance of a Christmas tree under which gifts are laid--here is light and warmth; here is life and love."

Thursday, December 28, 2006


Bright morning star of Winter, it awakens me to Dawn...


There are few mornings when I am up from bed so early, as I was some years ago on a regular basis. My kinship to this experience of the Holy Spirit, and the stirring of neighbors is still with me, though this poem tells of an intense experience--religious. Christmas remains, and Epiphany is not so far away. I can say that I have seen a star in the sky so keen that it reminded me of the Magi and the star they followed. Of course, theirs was the brightest possible, and so large! I like to think that we can see a star that is a reminder of Christ. Happy New Year!



Early morning
by Peter Menkin (2000)

Startling reminder, ray point of light (star):
come winter daytime,
bring early morning to awaken anew before dawn, with life to arise.

Stretch pearl luster and harken

with children, young parents, neighbors,
and babies unborn asleep, resting in the womb

to come forth beginning.

The new day has intentions.

You Holy Spirit stir me, health and hopefulness restore.



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Saturday, December 23, 2006


Poem for Christmas, a wonderful Holiday...


If I could format this poem another way on this site, I would do so. I've been told it is difficult to read with the sentence fragments, and the punctuation. I've tried to help it along. You may know, my father was a radio and television writer. He wrote dialogue, and camera shots, and all kinds of things. In all he wrote, I think he wrote fragments at least 90 percent of the time. So for me it has been catching, or inherited, to write fragments. I think you will find the poem readable. Let me know if you like it. Merry Christmas to all.


Winter Light Brightens the Path
By Peter Menkin


On Day Ten Winter sunlight
brightens the path.
Seek peace in knowledge.
He is with us, midmorning light.
The pilgrim witness to Yes.

Creation-beauty, You in Godhead
are indivisible Triune starry night before.
Soothing friendly good earth.

Perfect man, perfect God walk with us.
Reminder, ever the sound of love: gift.
Twelve days, festival time of sacred: holiday.

This is the way, where He is with us.
The days.
Day ten midmorning walk revealing the white light.
Angels witness to Yes.









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Sunday, December 17, 2006


Notice the Spirit of God, it is being awakened in us for Christmas...


Sometimes my poems are better, and sometimes they are not so good. That's how it goes with poetry. So is my experience. Here is a poem about Advent, written in the year 2001. My experience this third Sunday of Advent in Church was a different experience, yet similar. The Spirit was present today in our worship service of Lessons & Carols. And the Spirit was present in some readings I am doing for Advent. I am reading two books this season. Here I'll first mention the supplemental book.


Published by Morehouse, an Episcopal publishing house, the book titled "Run, Shepherds, Run" is by L. William Countryman. The subtitle is "Poems for Advent and Christmas." A dear friend bought me this book, one I did not know about, and I am grateful to her.


The main book I am reading is titled, "Watch for the Light: Readings for Advent and Christmas." It is a collection of different writers writing about this season. Published by Orbis, a Maryknoll house, I have found these helpful in giving me direction this season.


Here are some words from the hymn printed in the book of poems. The author is anonymous.

O come thou Wisdom from on high,/who orderest all things mightily;/to us the path of knowledge show,/and teach us in her ways to go.



My poem from 2001:


The Awakening Spirit...(2001)

by Peter Menkin


The vision on awakening

during morningtime, blue sky

white flower sky

painting tree


with creation reality.

This great experience

of the spirit;


the new life of incarnate God -- the Christ.

"I in them and they in me,

that they may be perfectly one."


Advent days; come Lord.

Winter light hours beckon.

The poinsettias red leaves.









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Thursday, August 03, 2006


Daring radical poem, still working on, about Christmas 12 days...

Everytime I look at a poem I've written, I think it needs a lot of work. This one about meditative walk during the 12 Days of Christmas is a work in process. About four years old now, I have come back to it and posted it on a Writer's Workshop. What you are to read, if you are so willing, are the notes from that post. Mostly ignored by the other poets on the website, I thought a revise might help things--and some remarks. Here is that revise with the notes as they appear on "Frugal Poets" site.

(Side note written before posting poem itself: I call this a radical poem, a poem that is taken by the Spirit, that like some others came to me as a rush of words. I will explain some of the poem in this section, returning to these introductory remarks to its posting here with some of those thoughts.

God is with us as we cross various bridges, especially in this season of Christmas during the wintertime when one wants to be with Him. Is this too religious a statement. For some, yes, but the effort reflects my Benedictine experiences as explained by the contemplative monks of Immaculate Heart Hermitage in Big Sur (Camaldolese Monks).

Usually, this kind of thing wouldn't be so relevent, but here they are for I wanted the reader to know that the ideas and teachings regarding the contemplative meditative path which I would like to express in this poem is a way to be with Christ that has a long path, and that though I am not the same denomination as those monks, I have learned a great deal by being associated with them. Perhaps I go on too long, and I have used the word "I" too many times. This isn't a poem about the I, but the I Thou. To the notes and the poem as posted on the workshop:)

The problem with this poem is it is one big block of type... I have told you what I see as the problem with this poem, so here is a small revise. Written some years ago, the poem talks about the season of Christmas during its 12 days, as a reminder that one may like and take interest in living the seasons of the Church, and seasons in general.

If I recall, this was part of a series of poems that had to do with the Holy Spirit (or at least with that category in mind). Maybe the spirit of that 12 days of Christmas is a better way to put it.


Christmas 12 Days: Walk
by Peter Menkin

Winter sunlight brightens the path further along;
seek peace, sun warmer--approach
the small bridge, to cross the creek in knowledge
this is the way where He is with us. Midmorning walk
revealing the white light; God wrestles the pilgrim
with angels witness to yes. Wooden bridge, path, people
and the sound of love: gift.

The voices of strangers speaking,
listen to the sound of rising envelopment, subtle sense
the awake to mercy in the world. What sound is this we hear, what light
is this we see? What company awakens us?
Witness, after Christmas celebrations, these twelve days. Sojourning walk:

seek a homeland. Life, there/here is abundance.
During the way, again I am man, creature part of creation beauty
that You can in Godhead are. Reminder of starry night brought indoors,
night last come to us soothing dreams of this friendly good earth.
Perfect man, perfect God walk with us.









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A neighbor recently remarked about meditative walks, and this poem is about a meditative walk. The reader may wonder what is in the quiet, or the enveloping sounds that come as one walking approaches different areas, and I have to admit I like the line, "listen to the sound of rising envelopment, subtle sense."

After a few years, or a few years later, it is pleasant to come back to a poem of a season and find one recognizes similarities in the present season. I no longer take that path by the old railroad tracks in that lovely and quiet neighborhood in a town North of San Francisco, and now I must go onto new walks and bring with me what I have experienced previously.

As I make these notes, I recall that a friend of mine named The Reverend Jack Schanhaar told me today that the important thing is to live the life of faith, and this in relation to God. A good reminder during this Christmas season. So here is, in this poem, my Christmas of 12 days message, which hasn't a Christmas tree, per se, or some of the more obvious and easily seen signs of Christmas, yet these I believe are part of that time and living.