Wednesday 27 November 2013

Incarnation

The following poem is called 'Incarnation'.  I wrote it last year, but it never appeared on a blog, perhaps because it appeared on all our Christmas cards instead, which was publication enough!  However, here it is in case anyone can use it this year.




How perfect for God to call us this way:
the irresistible invitation of being small 
the invitation of the infant, mute, wide-eyed 
the rooting mouth's silent innate call 
and the turning of his head to the side 
the clasping clench of the tiny fist 
which, given no more than a fingertip 
refuses to let go.