O Simplicitas

Hopefully, once I get through finals, I’ll have some more time to write the dozen or so (okay, not quite that many) post ideas that have been rolling around in my head for a while. In the meantime, I wanted to share a poem that I get the privilege of reading in worship this sunday: “O Simplicitas” by Madeleine L’Engle.

An angel came to me
And I was unprepared
To be what God was using.
Mother I was to be.
A moment I despaired,
Thought briefly of refusing.
The angel knew I heard.
According to God’s Word
I bowed to this strange choosing.

A palace should have been
The birthplace of a king
(I had no way of knowing).
We went to Bethlehem;
It was so strange a thing.
The wind was cold, and blowing,
My cloak was old, and thin.
They turned us from the inn;
The town was overflowing.

God’s Word, a child so small,
Who still must learn to speak,
Lay in humiliation.
Joseph stood, strong and tall.
The beasts were warm and meek
And moved with hesitation.
The Child born in a stall?
I understood it: all.
Kings came in adoration.
Perhaps it was absurd:
The stable set apart,
The sleepy cattle lowing;
And the incarnate Word
Resting against my heart.
My joy was overflowing.
The shepherds came, adored
The folly of the Lord,
Wiser than all men’s knowing.

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Posted on December 8, 2012, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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