My fellow-blogger, Phil Reinders, over at Squinch, reminded me of this gem of a poem by one of our favourite poets. Of course, poetry
is made for slow reading. So make yourself a cup of tea and dip your biscotti as
you read (well, that is what I did today). The poem is entitled, “On the mystery
of the Incarnation” and it is by Denise Levertov. Make certain you read it
several times and catch the phrasing. Read it out loud (swallow that biscotti
first). Convince yourself of the correct places for pauses. Wait for the moment
when the meaning of this poem enters your heart and then meditate upon it
throughout the day. May this mystery be good news of great joy for you this
Christmas.
is made for slow reading. So make yourself a cup of tea and dip your biscotti as
you read (well, that is what I did today). The poem is entitled, “On the mystery
of the Incarnation” and it is by Denise Levertov. Make certain you read it
several times and catch the phrasing. Read it out loud (swallow that biscotti
first). Convince yourself of the correct places for pauses. Wait for the moment
when the meaning of this poem enters your heart and then meditate upon it
throughout the day. May this mystery be good news of great joy for you this
Christmas.
On the
mystery of the IncarnationIt’s when we face for a moment
the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know
the taint in our own selves, that awe
cracks the mind’s shell and enters the heart:
not to a flower, not to a dolphin,
to no innocent form
but to this creature vainly sure
it and no other is god-like, God
(out of compassion for our ugly
failure to evolve) entrusts,
as guest, as brother,
the Word.
– Denise Levertov