Advent Is Here!

Advent is here: The days leading up to the birthday of Jesus…….celebrated as Christmas in so many homes and hearts.

I saved this lovely poem about the Annunciation, the day the angel came to Mary. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do….. and may we all give our own ‘yes’ to love. To Jesus.

The journey begins…..

                                                           Annunciation

                                             By Denise Levertov

We know the scene: the room, variously furnished, almost always a lectern, a book; always the tall lily.

                      Arrived on solemn grandeur of great wings,

The angelic ambassador, standing or hovering,

Whom she acknowledges, a guest.

But we are told of meek obedience. No one mentions courage.

                      The engendering Spirit did not enter her without consent. 

                       God waited.

She was free to accept or to refuse, choice integral to humanness.

Aren’t there annunciations of one sort or another in most lives? 

                      Some unwillingly undertake great destinies, enact them in sullen pride, uncomprehending.

                      More often those moments when roads of light and storm open from darkness in a man or woman,

Are turned away from in dread, in a wave of weakness, in despair and with relief.

Ordinary lives continue.

                       God does not smite them.

But the gates close, the pathway vanishes.

She had been a child who played, ate, slept like any other child – but unlike others, wept only for pity, laughed in joy not triumph. 

Compassion and intelligence fused in her, indivisible.

Called to a destiny more momentous

Than any in all of Time,

She did not quail,

                    Only asked

A simple, “ How can this be?”

And gravely, courteously, took to heart the angel’s reply,

Perceiving instantly

The astounding ministry she was offered:

To bear in her womb

Infinite weight and lightness; to carry 

In hidden, finite inwardness,

Nine months of Eternity; to contain

In slender vase of being,

The sum of power – 

In narrow flesh,

The sum of light.

                 Then bring to birth,

Push out into air, a Man-child

Needing, like any other,

Milk and love – 

But who was God.

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