Merry Christmas! Here’s Malcolm Guite’s poem, Descent, for Christmas morning. (He also posted Milton’s Ode on the Morning of Christ’s Nativity.) Descent They sought to soar into the skies Those classic gods of high renown For lofty pride aspires to rise But you came down. You dropped down from the mountains sheer Forsook the eagle for the dove The other Gods demanded fear But you gave love Where chiselled marble seemed to freeze Their abstract and perfected form Compassion brought you to your knees Your blood was warm They called for blood in sacrifice Their victims on an altar bled When no one else could pay the price You died instead They towered above our mortal plain, Dismissed this restless flesh with scorn, Aloof from birth and death and pain, But you were born. Born to these burdens, borne by all Born with us all ‘astride the grave’ Weak, to be with us when we fall, And strong to save.

Posted by Diane Bay at 2021-12-25 12:58:29 UTC