Friday is for Heart Songs
Luci Shaw is a gift. And so is her poetry. Here is one of her poems from the anthology published by Eerdmans in 2006. Enjoy and remember the wonder of what happened at Christmas.
After the bright beam of hot annunciation
fused heaven with dark earth
his searing sharply-focused light
went out for a while
eclipsed in amniotic gloom:
his cool immensity of splendor
his universal grace
small-folded in a warm dim
the Word stern-sentenced
to be nine months dumb–
infinity walled in a womb
until the next enormity–the Mighty,
after submission to a woman’s pains
helpless on a barn-bare floor
first-tasting bitter earth.
Now, I in him surrender
to the crush and cry of birth.
was closeted in time
he is my open door
From his imprisonment my freedoms grow,
Part of his body, I transcend this flesh.
From his sweet silence my mouth sings.
Out of his dark I glow.
My life, as his, slips through death’s mesh,
joins hands with heaven, speaks with stars.
—Luci Shaw, Accompanied by Angels: Poems of the Incarnation, 26.