We, as a religious community, celebrate Christmas for 40 days, so I will be sharing a few Sunday Christmas poems during this season. The first is by Sally Read from her collection, Dawn of this Hunger. A beautiful description of the unique bond between Mary and her Christ-child, but with a word for us as well.

Incarnation

From the remotest dawn, from a yellow eye,
sharper than the eagle’s, that sees each one of us
scuttling in the shadow of a protective wing,
he falls to Earth—blind. Those first nights
the short distance between her breast and face
is as far as he can see. She is his first sight
of the world as man—our one pure sign.
She only knows his Christ-eyes latching
onto hers as fiercely as his gums clamp down
for milk. The future scrabbles, gnaws like rats
through a barn’s corners and its eaves.
But she is transfixed by his skin and insistence
on her as the only visible, only beautiful thing—
the present moment; this is the first lesson of prayer.