Second Day of Christmas present
Winter, and very cold,
and the night at
its deepest. The politicians,
as usual, double-tongued.
The town chaotic, teeming
with strangers.
And tonight, as often
in winter, in Bethlehem,
snow is falling.
I always love how each flake,
torn from the sky,
arrives separately,
without sound, almost
unnoticed in
a flurry of others. How
each one (on a clear
night) lies there glittering
on the swelling breast
of snow, crisp
and intact, as wholly itself
as every radiant star
in a sky sparkling
with galaxies.
How many new
babies tonight
in Judea, coming
like snowflakes?
But plucked,
dazzling, from the
eternal heavens,
into time,
tonight is born
The One.
-Luci Shaw, Accompanied by Angels: Poems of the Incarnation
snowflake photograph by Kenneth G. Libbrecht
http://www.its.caltech.edu/~atomic/snowcrystals/photos/photos.htm
(visit injoy-karen.blogspot.com for a biblical reflection on this poem)
(visit injoy-karen.blogspot.com for a biblical reflection on this poem)
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