The wrapping paper is burnt, the toys assembled, and the turkey or ham just about digested, as life starts returning to normal. But after the first Christmas, life has never returned to normal. Let’s think about what it means one more time before turning to the New Year.
OH SIGHT BEYOND ALL SEEING
Oh Sight beyond all seeing,
Light in the dark of the sun,
Fact behind the face of Being,
Second of Three in the One:
What motive could have moved you hither thus?
The Life that was ever begotten, never begun,
Began to be born, to mourn. For us
The daring deed was done.
Burned by Angel-light,
The shepherds’ eyes were blind
To everything except the sight
That they went forth to find.
It was a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes,
Laid in a manger: such had been the sign.
The sign they saw by then still shows
The perilous paths that wind
Between the Tree and the Tree.
This much the sign makes clear:
The Light invisible we see,
The silent Word we hear.
What motive could have moved him hither thus?
We hear pegs pounded, see the thrusted spear,
We hear, “Forgive them!” Now for us
The day of doom draws near.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD