Thisby Thestoop and the Black Mountain

It’s fair to say that I read a good number of books children’s books. Having kids of my own, I like to pilfer their shelves from time to time. In our house, we like to stock “the classics” as a sort of quality guarantee. Since children’s books became a genre there have been writers who have tried to cash in on the children’s market as a way to make a quick buck with little effort. Reading “the classics” means that you get the best books from every era without having to wade through the formulaic twaddle, most of which has mercifully been forgotten over the years.
It’s a different story with modern children’s books. Picking up a new children’s book means taking a chance on wasting your time, and the modern children’s book publishing machine loves tried and true formulas. After the success of Harry Potter we got books about schools for magical/mythological/specially talented kids who are sorted into groups based on their personalities. After The Hunger Games took off, we’ve have had m…

A Carol

I thought I'd post a little carol that I wrote for Christmas, loosely adapted from a hymn by Ephrem of Syria. I envisioned it being sung to the tune of "O the Deep, Deep Love of Jesus." I have no illusions of greatness about it, but my wife liked it.

Sing the Birth
by Rick Davis

Sing the birth of Christ the firstborn
How He human vesture wove
In the womb of the pure Virgin
From His home of light above.
Dying, yielded up His spirit,
Yet He clung to flesh and bone,
And in resurrection glorious
Man, He sits on heaven’s throne.

In a narrow bosom dwelt He,
He the Might that rules us all.
While He lay in Mary’s bosom,
He the nations held in thrall.
To his Father He made offering
That He might fulfill his will.
Entered in the Virgin’s body.
He whom heav’n and earth doth fill.

Reconciling Peace and Mercy
To the nations doth appear,
Gladdening Brightness, Light Unbounded
To a world so bleak and drear.
Mighty Leaven conquering nations,
Men He catches in His net.
Happy all whom He hath taken
From their groanings and regret.