Friday, March 25, 2011

Fiat! A Song for March 25.

I haven't been able to type much lately, and there are about 15 posts percolating in my head. They just never seem to write themselves, though!

But today is a special day, regardless of my--or anyone else's--incoherence. I must mark it!

Here is my beloved John Donne, metaphysical poet extraordinaire (and, in my humble opinion, a witness in his own Anglican way to the theology of the body), on the Incarnation. You really have to read it aloud to get the full effect.


Salvation to all that will is nigh
That All, which always is all everywhere,
Which cannot sin, and yet all sins must bear,
Which cannot die, yet cannot choose but die,
Lo, faithful virgin, yields Himself to lie
In prison, in thy womb; and though He there
Can take no sin, nor thou give, yet He will wear,
Taken from thence, flesh, which death's force may try.
Ere by the spheres time was created, thou
Wast in His mind, who is thy Son and Brother,
Whom thou conceivst, conceived; yea thou art now
Thy Maker's maker, and the Father's mother,
Thou hast light in dark, and shutst in little room,
Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb.


Mom2Seven said...

Beautiful. I read it twice. +JMJ+

Jennifer @ Conversion Diary said...

Wow, that's a beautiful poem. I hope you're feeling better, and I really look forward to meeting you this weekend if you're still able to make it!

Angel Cameo said...

Whoa that was awesome. Incredible in site of the human spirit. Very well done than you for sharing that. Looking forward to coming back to your blog to find out what else is traveling through your head that you haven't posted yet .

e said...

John Donne was my love in high school before I became Catholic and then our religious differences became irreconcilable... ;)