I had such fun creating this blog yesterday. The point is to write one's own thoughts, but ~ I'm reading/have read so many wonderful writers. The song, Doesn't That Surprise You? (yesterday's blog) has been ringing in my head.
In 1980 I first read the poetry of Luci Shaw. Her Christmas poem was a pre-cursor of Mark Lowry's song, Mary, Did You Know? I still love this poem:
Mary's Song
Blue homespun and the bend of my breast
keep warm this small hot naked star
fallen to my arms. (Rest . . .
you who have come so far.)
Now nearness satisfies
the body of God sweetly. 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. Charmed by doves' voices,
the whisper of straw, he dreams,
hearing no music from his other sphere.
Breath, mouth, ears, eyes,
he is curtailed who overflowed all skies,
all years. Older than eternity, now he
is new. Now native to 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.
Luci Shaw
Accompanied by Angels: Poems of the Incarnation
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