Wednesday, Third Week of Advent

Mary’s Poem by Kathleen Wakefield U.S. 1954—

When she heard infinity

whispered in her ear, did the flashing

scissors in her fingers fall

to the wooden floor and the spool unravel,

the spider’s sly cradle

tremble with love?  Imagine

How the dry fields leaned

toward the news and she heard, for a moment,

the households of crickets—

When she answered, all things shifted, the moon

In its river of milk. 

And when she wanted to pluck

her heart from her breast, did she remember

a commotion of wings, or the stirring

of dust?

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Reflection:  Take the time to read this posting on The Praying Life -- It is one of the best I have discovered, with regard to our role (and potential) in incarnational living.