ON THE MYSTERY OF THE INCARNATION" BY DENISE LEVERTOV
It’s when we face for a moment
the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know
the taint in our own selves, that awe
cracks the mind’s shell and enters the heart:
not to a flower, not to a dolphin,
to no innocent form
but to this creature vainly sure
it and no other is god-like, God
(out of compassion for our ugly
failure to evolve) entrusts,
as guest, as brother,
the Word.
Denise Levertov
December 21, 2021
“…the long work
of turning their lives
into a celebration
is not easy. Come and let us talk“.
The Sunflowers. Mary Oliver
On Dec 24, 2023, at 11:45 AM, jstanfieldica <jstanfieldica@gmail.com> wrote:
Thank you John. A very powerful Christmas poem.Merry Christmas.Jeanette StanfieldSent from my Bell Samsung device over Canada's largest network.-------- Original message --------From: Lynda C via OE <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net>Date: 2023-12-24 12:19 p.m. (GMT-05:00)To: "OE List (OE@lists.wedgeblade.net)" <OE@lists.wedgeblade.net>, "Jim and Judy Wiegel (jfwiegel@yahoo.com)" <jfwiegel@yahoo.com>, Gene Marshall <gwesleymarshall@gmail.com>Cc: Lynda C <lynda860@outlook.com>, "John II Cock (jpcock2@gmail.com)" <jpcock2@gmail.com>Subject: [Oe List ...] FW: Santa poem, Gene Marshall?