Sonnet Fragment

Ella Hansen lights a Christmas candle and imagines the newborn Christ child.

When pieties are said, and lamps go dim,
That only moon and star touch midnight snows,
Beneath the shelter of a quiet hymn,
The first spark flickers, and a candle glows.
          Did He whose strength kindled the fires of sun
          See with such wide eyes candle-flame begun?

Posted at 12:34 pm EST on the 25th of December 2009 by E. M. Hansen.

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  1. Lucie says on December 25th, 2009 at 1:59 pm

    Beautiful, Ella. I wish I could know what Jesus was like as an infant… wanting to know everything is inconvenient for things like this that have no answer.

  2. John R. Ahern says on January 6th, 2010 at 2:29 pm

    Fascinating perspective. Incidentally, we had a long discussion of the hypostatic union in the library last weekend. We were wondering the same thing, except, of course, we did it in a pedantic, unimaginative way. I like the Donne-esque visceralness of the last two lines especially.