A poem for the season

Below is a poem appropriate to the season by Jessica Powers (Sister Miriam of the Holy Spirit OCD).

‘Come is the love song of our race and Come

our basic word of individual wooing.

It lifts audacious arms of lowliness

to majesty’s most amiable undoing,

to Godhood fleshed and cradled and made least.

It whispers through closed doors a hurry, hurry

to Tierce and fiery feast.

The liturgy of Advent plucks its bud

from the green shrub of love’s compendium:

O Wisdom, Adonai, Root of Jesse

and sign by which the mouths of kings are dumb,

O Key, O Orient, King and Cornerstone,

O our Emmanuel, come.

And Paschaltide prepares an upper room

where burns the fuller bloom.

Come is the small sweet-smelling crib we carve

from fir and bear across December frost.

It is the shaft of the flame-hungry Church

in Paschal spring, or the heart’s javelin tossed

privately at the clouds to pierce them through

and drown one in the flood of some amazing

personal Pentecost.’

Intercessions:

Cancer: Brian Davis, Bernard (and wife Angela caring for him), Jacqui, Theresa K, Fr Jon B, Catherine, Alex (43 with five children)

Illness: Roy Seymour, Katy Keeling

Siena, Elara – sick children

David OCDS – housebound

Sophia – blind infant

Grace – troubling ailments, job difficulties, family (deceased mother and health of father)

Lucia – Overwhelmed by weariness

Mark – brain infection

Defence of the unborn and the elderly

RIP Richard Parker, Martin Gilham, Sue Burton, Wojtek, Joy Smith OCDS