Tuesday, December 05, 2006

incarnation



It is as if infancy
were the whole of incarnation


Luci Shaw

One time of the year
the new-born child
is everywhere,
planted in madonnas' arms
hay mows, stables,
in palaces or farms,
or quaintly, under snowed gables,
gothic angular or baroque plump,
naked or elaborately swathed,
encirced by Della Robbia wreaths,
garnished with whimsical
partridges and pears,
drummers and drums,
lit by oversize stars,
partnered with lambs,
peace doves, sugar plums,
bells, plastic camels in sets of three
as if these were what we need
for eternity.

But Jesus the Man is not to be seen.
We are to be wary, these days,
of beards and sandalled feet.

Yet if we celebrate, let it be
that He
has invaded our lives with purpose,
striding over our picturesque traditions,
our shallow sentiment,
overturning our cash registers,
wielding His peace like a sword,
rescuing us into reality,
demanding much more
than the milk and the softness
and the mother warmth
of the baby in the storefront creche,
(only the Man would ask
all, of us each of us)
reaching out
always, urgently, with strong
effective love
(only the Man would give
His life and live
again for love of us).

Oh come, let us adore Him-
Christ-the Lord.





disclaimer: I have better nativity photos that on the surface would probably fit this post better - this one was chosen for an object in the lower-right of the frame, which I am afraid doesn't show up well at the size displayed in the post.

3 comments:

  1. Luci Shaw is favourite, always a treat. Thank you.

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  2. The pictures look great as they are! The add to the poem!

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  3. A very good thing to keep in mind. Thank you. :)

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