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?
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Posted at 12:34 pm EST on the 25th of December 2009 by E. M. Hansen. Under Poetry as Christmas, Light, Sonnet There are 2 replies. |
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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.
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.