Christmas and New Years

December 31, 2008

So I’m still here in Florida with beautiful weather while it’s 24 in the Bronx.  My flight home was canceled because of the weather there so I’m spending New Years here and going to the early Mass for the Solemnity tomorrow before catching my new flight.  It’s been a good break from ministry but I’m ready to jump back in.  New Years resolutions, you ask?  Well, I’d like to figure out eventually what I’m doing after LAMP in September but that’s really all.  Trying to be more patient with  the Lord.  On that note,  I wanted to post a poem that Cardinal O’Connor, and therefore the Sisters of Life, admired very much.  It’s by Rev. John Duffy C.S.s.R. and is about the Annunciation.  The Sisters have a line from the poem on the back of their profession medals – “and nothing would again be casual and small.”  Thank you Lauren from the Phatmass Phorem for posting it.

The Annunciation
And was it true,
The stranger standing so,
And saying things that lifted her in two,
And put her back before the world’s beginning?

Her eyes filled slowly with the morning glow.
Her drowsy ear drank in a first sweet dubious bird.
Her cheek against the pillow woke and stirred
To gales enriched by passage over dew,
And friendly fields and slopes of Galilee
Arose in tremulous intermixture with her dreams,
Till she remembered suddenly…
Although the morning beams
Came spilling in the gradual rubric known to every day,
And hills stood ruinous, as an eclipse,
Against the softly spreading ray,
Not touched by any strange apocalypse
Like that which yesterday had lifted her sublime,
And put her back before the first grey morn of Time —
Though nothing was disturbed from where she lay and saw,
Now she remembered with a quick and panting awe
That someone came, and took in hand her heart,
And broke irresistibly apart,
With what he said, and how in tall suspense
He lingered, while the white celestial inference,
Pushing her fears apart, went softly home.

Then she had faltered her reply,
And felt a sudden burden of eternal years,
And shamed by the angelic stranger standing by
Had bowed her head to hide her human tears.
Never again would she awake
And find herself the buoyant Galilean lass,
But into her dissolving dreams would break
A hovering consciousness too terrible to pass —
A new awareness in her body when she stirred,
A sense of Light within her virgin gloom:
She was the Mother of the wandering Word,
Little and terrifying in her laboring womb.
And nothing would again be casual and small,
But everything with light invested, overspilled
With terror and divinity, the dawn, the first bird’s call,
The silhouetted pitcher waiting to be filled.

beautiful, no?

All of the Joyful Mysteries are mingled with a little bit of solemn gravity.  It’s a nice reflection for the feast tomorrow.

Happy New Year!


2 Responses to “Christmas and New Years”

  1. Deb said

    Thank you for sharing this poem!

  2. Deb said

    St Anthony report – your sister Becky lost her camera in Vegas and her phone at her neighbor’s home and how does she report that she located them? She asked St. Anthony for help! She asked St Anthony for help! Had to say it twice…I know St. Anthony helps us find lost things but Becky asking him..twice…!!!! That is simply amazing! Marm

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