thine advent here
Yes it's that season again. And my Christmas gift to you all is going to be the kind that keeps on giving (which usually means cheap, as is the case here). Be looking for more frequent posts in the near future as I expose you to some of the better poetry for the season that I have come across. Today's is from A Widening Light: Poems of the Incarnation, a collection of poems edited by Luci Shaw. This one is by Madeleine L'Engle:
Like Every Newborn
The Lord is King, and hath put on glorious
apparel; the Lord hath put on his apparel,
and girded himself with strength.
Like every newborn, he has come from very far.
His eyes are closed against the brilliance of the star.
Sp glorious is he, he goes to this immoderate length
To show his love for us, discarding power and strength.
Girded for war, humility his mighty dress,
He moves into battle wholly weaponless.