ConceptionThe flame came down encountering the lilyAnd both were held in aweInnocence marvelling at purity;The bearer of the news,The bearer of the wordTrembling on the edge of the momentWhen the seed of God would tip into our worldIn the heart of a pure girl’s womb.ConversionWhen the ‘brave’ braced back bends braverAnd the knee knows now to kneel.The conquered king is caught from his castleHauled, galled, called to the hallowed gallowsHead held high. Clawing, gnawing, mauling;Part lamb, beast and man;In this chaos of contritionThe seed slips silently inAnd all heaven exults.ConsummationStill, still, still the newborn earthAnd heaven here is hushedNo faintest breath disturbs the airThrough which the nubile figures move.If divinity can look with aweThen this, this, this is the momentFor the groom has locked his gazeUpon his bride.She whom he has drawn from the beginningDraws close and ever closerThe first touch,Time and eternity meet as so many times beforeParts of the one, eternal momentThe first kiss, and then...
Friday, December 28, 2012
Conception, conversion, consummation
Three linked poems by my friend Wilf.