Christmas Poems
Sunday, December 31st, 2006A blessed Christmas and healthy, happy New Year to everyone. It\’s nice to be on break from required readings.
(My brain had nearly turned to mush!)
In a personal effort to live out Christmas in my life these next few weeks, I offer the following poems for your reflection.
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Dialogue:
A Word, a Word
Thou, Lord, didst utter which Thy willing handmaid heard,
And infinite, small Life within my own life breathed and stirred.
A blessed space
My Lord in me and I in Him found resting place;
In such divine repose I waited, silent and full of grace.
Answer is nigh;
O God, I lift a Child up heart-and-heaven high
And say, “This is my Flesh and Blood”; Thy Word is my reply.
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Sheepfolds:
The shepherds are stricken; the sheep have fled;
Their folds are broken, their watch-fires dead.
Not only the lost and wayward one;
The ninety-nie, they, too, are undone.
The laden ewes, the driven sheep,
Where can they lay their young to sleep?
This Lamb, new-born and weak and cold,
This Lamb of God, -will you be His fold?
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Stars:
We are the old stars that have watched the night skies with the prophets of old;
We are the magi from out of the East; we are bringers of gold.
Heaven has incense of praise from censers seraphic to bring;
Earth, the world-weary, bears bitter-sweet treasure of myrrh to the King.
Homage of incense and myrrh for a God and a Savior are meet;
We are your stars, little King, and we scatter the gold of ourselves at Your feet.
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SOURCE:
Wolff, CSC, M. Madeleva. “The Four Last Things: Collected Poems.” 2nd ed. Notre Dame, IN: Saint Mary’s Press, 1986.