A Christmas Garland – 2: 26 December 2014

The proclamation of the incarnate word,
if it had been for me to organise,
I would have had a myriad angels rise
on wings out-glowing every gaudy bird.
In temple, fort and palace they’d be heard.
They’d hover over Caesar and advise
the worship of the one, the true, the wise.
My plan as foolish as it is absurd.

There was an angel sudden in the room
and Mary was astonished, but believed.
Her hands clenched on the shuttle of the loom
as Gabriel announced who was conceived.
She loosed her grip and, held by wondering joy,
she took the gift of world-redeeming boy.

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