The Sixth Day

Hubby and I had a marvelous Christmas. We got to hang out with family and friends and received cool loot, as well. The older I get, the less stuff I want. So this year I had no wish list. Not a one. But Hubby knows me and got me some neat things like a printer for my computer. YAH!!!! For Hubby…did you know that this Son of Eire did not have ONE Pogues t-shirt? Well, I fixed that to his great surprise.

But for us Christmas is not just one day. The neat thing about being catholic is that everything is bigger. The Bible is bigger (and heavier, so you can really swat someone on the side of the head with it), you can go to church EVERY DAY if you want AND Christmas is TWELVE DAYS LONG!!!! Today is the sixth day, so in celebration that it’s still CHRISTMAS, I am stealing from today’s Magnificat reading this lovely poem by G.K. Chesterton. Enjoy!!!

The Christ Child Riding on a Lamb, William Blake

The Christ Child Riding on a Lamb, William Blake

Gloria in Profundis

There has fallen on earth for a token
A god too great for the sky.
He has burst out of all things and broken
The bounds of eternity:
Into time and the terminal land
He has strayed like a thief or a lover,
For the wine of the world brims over,
Its splendour is split on the sand.

Who is proud when the heavens are humble,
Who mounts if the mountains fall,
If the fixed stars topple and tumble
And a deluge of love drowns all-
Who rears up his head for a crown,
Who holds up his will for a warrant,
Who strives with the starry torrent,
When all that is good goes down?

For in dread of such falling and failing
The fallen angels fell
Inverted in insolence, scaling
The hanging mountain of hell:
But unmeasured of plummet and rod
Too deep for their sight to scan,
Outrushing the fall of man
Is the height of the fall of God.

Glory to God in the Lowest
The spout of the stars in spate-
Where thunderbolt thinks to be slowest
And the lightning fears to be late:
As men dive for sunken gem
Pursuing, we hunt and hound it,
The fallen star has found it
In the cavern of Bethlehem.

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2 responses to “The Sixth Day

  1. Wonderful poem. Chesterton is amazing.

    Oh, and there are some good reasons why Hubby hasn’t gotten a Pogues tee-shirt before…

  2. I made sure Shane was NOT on the front. A face only a drunken, Irish mother could love…

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