I’m posting a poem I wrote last winter, because today’s O Antiphon leading up to Christmas is “O Oriens” which means O Dayspring. This one was published in Lyrical Iowa 2021.
Incarnation at Dawn The dark tendrils of the old maple are framed as a detail within the angles of the sunroom window. The blue beyond them is a canvas light-years deep. Such is the texture of everything we see, flat in the glance, limitless on closer inspection. Today the image draws my attention to the groundedness and the reaching, the tension of incarnation. Altogether here while reaching, always drawing life from both dimensions and, I suppose, more than the two but something deeper still, as seen now by the lightening of the sky. The dimensions of the branches come into focus, rich-textured. Word made flesh in my backyard.