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Accompanied by Angels: Poems of the Incarnation QUOTES

Accompanied by Angels: Poems of the Incarnation QUOTES

1 " Mary's Song

Blue homespun and the bend of my breast
keep warm this small hot naked star
fallen to my arms. (Rest...
you who have had so far
to come.) Now nearness satisfies
the body of God sweetly. Quiet he lies
whose vigor hurled
a universe. He sleeps
whose eyelids have not closed before.
His breath (so slight it seems
no breath at all) once ruffled the dark deeps
to sprout a world.
Charmed by doves' voices, the whisper of straw,
he dreams,
hearing no music from his other spheres.
Breath, mouth, ears, eyes
he is curtailed
who overflowed all skies,
all years.
Older than eternity, now he
is new. Now native to earth as I am, nailed
to my poor planet, caught that I might be free,
blind in my womb to know my darkness ended,
brought to this birth
for me to be new-born,
and for him to see me mended
I must seen him torn. "

― Luci Shaw , Accompanied by Angels: Poems of the Incarnation

2 " Too Much to Ask
It seemed too much to ask of one small virgin that she should stake shame against the will of God. All she had to hold to, later, were those soft, inward flutterings and the remembered surprise of a brief encounter - spirit with flesh. Who would think it more than a dream wish? An implausible, laughable defense.
And "

― Luci Shaw , Accompanied by Angels: Poems of the Incarnation

3 " It seemed too much to ask of one small virgin that she should stake shame against the will of God. All she had to hold to, later, were those soft, inward flutterings and the remembered surprise of a brief encounter - spirit with flesh. Who would think it more than a dream wish? An implausible, laughable defense.
And "

― Luci Shaw , Accompanied by Angels: Poems of the Incarnation

4 " I pray my soul will welcome always that small seed. That I will hail it when it enters me.
I don't mind being grit, soil, dirt, mud-brown, laced with the rot of old leaves, if only the seed
can "

― Luci Shaw , Accompanied by Angels: Poems of the Incarnation