A Sunday-poem from Jessica Powers about our God who is a God of prodigality:
But Not Without Wine
“You are drunk, but not with wine.” (Isaiah 51.21)
O God of too much giving, whence is this
inebriation that possesses me,
that the staid road now wanders all amiss
and that the wind walks much too giddily,
clutching a bush for balance or a tree?
How then can dignity and pride endure
with such inordinate mirth upon the land,
when steps and speech are somewhat insecure
and the light heart is wholly out of hand?
If there be indecorum in my songs,
fasten the blame where rightly it belongs:
on Him who offered me too many cups
of His most potent goodness–not on me,
a peasant who, because a king was host,
drank out of courtesy.
Today is the Feast of the Most Holy Trinity. How can one use any words to describe this mystery. The icon above is considered the pre-eminent icon in the Eastern Church written by Rublev to depict the Holy Trinity. It is based on the visit of the three angels to Abraham. You can read more about it here (which ends with a short meditation by Henri Nouwen).
And here is the poem I chose for this Sunday:
Must we use words for everything?
Can there not be
A silent, flaming leap of heart
We all live in a “little town”, and we all have to do ordinary things–yet that is exactly where the Christ Child wants to be born. Today’s poem for Sunday is all about that:
This is my little town,
And here, if anywhere,
My Christ Child
Will be born.
I must begin
To go about my day–
Sweep out the inn,
Get fresh hay for the manger
And be sure
To leave my heart ajar
In case there may be travelers
And as Cardinal Schonborn says in his commentary on today’s Gospel: “Doing the simple things is not always simple, but it is certainly the best way to prepare for Christmas.”