We see so little, stayed on surfaces,
We calculate the outsides of all things,
Preoccupied with our own purposes
We miss the shimmer of the angels’ wings.
They coruscate around us in their joy,
A swirl of wheels and eyes and wings unfurled;
They guard the good we purpose to destroy,
A hidden blaze of glory in God’s world.
But on this day a young girl stopped to see
With open eyes and heart. She heard the voice-
The promise of His glory yet to be
As time stood still for her to make a choice.
Gabriel knelt and not a feather stirred.
The Word himself was waiting on her word.
(‘The Annunciation’, a sonnet by Malcolm Guite
Painting by Henry Ossawa Tanner 1898)
I’m off in the morning, folks, to Daughter 2 and her two little ones, and we’ll be there until after Christmas. We come beetling home on the 27th, ready for Eldest Daughter and Famille to arrive 28th. So I guess I won’t have a lot of time for blogging…
In which case, I would like to wish you and yours a VERY