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The Incarnation

Friday, December 21, 2007

Widening Light: Poems on the Incarnation (Harold Shaw, 1984), Lucy Shaw

Here’s a snippet from “Mary’s Song,” a poem that captures some sense of the mystery we call the Incarnation.

“Quiet he lies,whose vigor hurled a universe. He sleeps whose eyelids have not closed before. His breath (so slight it seems no breath at all) once ruffled the dark deeps to sprout a world… Breath, mouth, ears, eye she is curtailed who overflowed all skies, all years. Older than eternity, now he is new. Now native to the earth as I am, nailed to my poor planet, caught that I might be free, blind in my womb to know my darkness ended, brought to this birth for me to be new-born, and for him to see me mended I must see him torn.”

(ht: FPC Jackson)

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