Ancient literature is full of
messengers,
usually arriving a minute too late—
the reprieve coming o’er the Bridge o’ Banf
to set MacPherson free,
but they set the clock at a quarter afore
and hanged him on the tree.
usually arriving a minute too late—
the reprieve coming o’er the Bridge o’ Banf
to set MacPherson free,
but they set the clock at a quarter afore
and hanged him on the tree.
Well, that’s a good start.
Every night I go to bed despairing
of my next day’s Advent poem,
but in the morning there it is
like the Daily Mail!
Every night I go to bed despairing
of my next day’s Advent poem,
but in the morning there it is
like the Daily Mail!
How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet
of them that bring good tidings.
of them that bring good tidings.
But we don’t blame the
messenger
when the tidings are bad—
King Laius killed at the crossroads
by the charioted man.
Head not of a goat
but of King Pentheus, your son!
when the tidings are bad—
King Laius killed at the crossroads
by the charioted man.
Head not of a goat
but of King Pentheus, your son!
The still, small voice.
What else?
(there will be a Voice Advent word later on).
Love’s emissary, shooting down the birth canal
with the chromosomal news.
What else?
(there will be a Voice Advent word later on).
Love’s emissary, shooting down the birth canal
with the chromosomal news.
And especially, on this day,
the angel messenger bearing the Word
by which the soul is magnified.
the angel messenger bearing the Word
by which the soul is magnified.
Or God themselves speaking in
us.
My creator asked me
in my heart why
I should not continue
to sing.
I should not continue
to sing.
