This is a night for poetry, and I'm not that talented. This wonderful poem by Louise Gluck tells the story of Christmas simply and directly.
Nativity Poem, by Louise
Gluck
It is the evening
of the birth of God.
Singing and
with gold instruments
the angels bear down
upon the barn, their wings
neither white
wax nor marble. So
they have been recorded:
burnished,
literal in the composed air,
they raise their harps above
the beasts likewise
gathering,
the lambs and all the
startled
silken chickens…. And Joseph,
off to one side, has touched
his cheek, meaning
he is weeping –
But how small he
is, withdrawn
from the hollow of his
mother’s life,
the raw flesh bound
in linen as the stars yield
light to delight the sense
For whom there is no
ornament.
[Louise Gluck, Nativity Poem]
Merry Christmas
Pastor Jim
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