Two Advent Poems

FIAT…Our lady did not explain.

Her example teaches us wisdom, when misunderstandings arise because of Christ conceived in us. There is little gained by trying to explain. At that time, the Advent time, His voice is silent in us; it is simply our own heart-beat. Love is more effective than words.

It will have to be the love of humility, that is, love informed by humility- long-suffering, patient and humorous. If we realise that we are a little absurd, such love will come more easily. We must try to be like Our Lady, to make as little fuss as she did about being the Mother of Christ.

She was consenting not only to bear her own child, Christ, but to bear Christ into the world in all people, in all lives, in all times; not only in secluded lives, protected lives, the lives of holy people, but into the lives of those haunted by worry, by poverty, by debts, by fears and temptations…

In her brief historical life, of which we know so little, the history of the whole world is concentrated, particularly the lives of all common people of the world, who often do not know themselves that they are Christ bearers, living the life of the Mother of God.

The one thing that Mary did and does is the one thing that we all have to do, namely to bear Christ into the world.

(From Caryll Houselander The Reed of God.)


I live my advent in the womb of Mary.

And on one night when a great star swings free

From its high mooring and walks down the sky

To be the dot above the Christus I,

I shall be born of her by blessed grace.

I wait in Mary-darkness, faith’s walled place,

With hope’s expectance of nativity.


I knew for long she carried me and fed me,

Guarded and loved me, though I could not see.

But only now, with inward jubilee,

I come upon earth’s most amazing knowledge:

Someone is hidden in this dark with me.       (Jessica Powers)






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