the deepening ground

Once again I draw from the rich collection of poems on the Art and Theology website for tonight’s post. The reminder of the humanity of this divine moment in time, specifically surrounding Mary, Joseph, and the Christ child, kindles a more fervent faith in me. This REALLY HAPPENED! It’s not just some lofty story in the Bible, more fiction than fact. These Christmas poems take us into moments so far removed from us in time, but so near to us in terms of the emotions, sensory experiences, and physical struggles we all encounter as human beings. In reading these inspired words, I come to a greater appreciation of the sanctity and miracle of the nativity, and my soul sings “O, come let us adore Him!”

Descending Theology: Nativity by Mary Karr

She bore no more than other women bore,
but in her belly’s globe that desert night the earth’s
full burden swayed.
Maybe she held it in her clasped hands as expecting women often do
or monks in prayer. Maybe at the womb’s first clutch
she briefly felt that star shine

as a blade point, but uttered no curses.
Then in the stable she writhed and heard
beasts stomp in their stalls,
their tails sweeping side to side
and between contractions, her skin flinched
with the thousand animal itches that plague
a standing beast’s sleep.

But in the muted womb-world with its glutinous liquid,
the child knew nothing
of its own fire. (No one ever does, though our names
are said to be writ down before
we come to be.) He came out a sticky grub, flailing
the load of his own limbs

and was bound in cloth, his cheek brushed
with fingertip touch
so his lolling head lurched, and the sloppy mouth
found that first fullness — her milk
spilled along his throat, while his pure being
flooded her. (Each

feeds the other.) Then he was
left in the grain bin. Some animal muzzle
against his swaddling perhaps breathed him warm
till sleep came pouring that first draught
of death, the one he’d wake from
(as we all do) screaming.