Friday, December 11, 2015

Soul Food Friday: My favorite Advent poem of all time



Come forth from the holy place,
Sweet Child,
Come from the quiet dark
Where virginal heartbeats
Tick your moments.


Come away from the red music
Of Mary's veins.
Come out from the Tower of David
Sweet Child,
From the House of Gold.



Leave your lily-cloister,
Leave your holy mansion,
Quit your covenant ark.
O Child, be born!


Be born, sweet Child,
In our unholy hearts.



Come to our trembling,
Helpless Child.
Come to our littleness,
Little Child,
Be born unto us
Who have kept the faltering vigil.

Be given, be born,
Be ours again.


Come forth from your holy haven,
Come away from your perfect shrine,
Come to our wind-racked souls
From the flawless tent,
Sweet Child.


Be born, little Child,
In our unholy hearts.


MMF

3 comments:

  1. Beautiful! I just ordered a print of the lovely painting of Mary comforting Eve in this post. I should have one of my artists write up this poem in calligraphy!

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    1. The principal at the school where I teach drama gave all the teachers a copy of this wonderful print last year. I find it so, so touching. Glad you liked the poem, Maurisa!

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  2. What a beautiful image :)

    "Come away from your perfect shrine,
    Come to our wind-racked souls
    From the flawless tent,
    Sweet Child."

    I love these lines :)

    Have a great week!

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