For our Christmas post for this day we turn to the English poet John Donne who penned this thought-filled poem on Christ’s nativity. As with all of Donne’s writings, one must read them slowly and carefully – and then read them again to allow the words and thoughts to sink into your soul.
Nativity
by John Donne
(1572-1631)
Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb,
Now leaves His well-belov’d imprisonment,
There He hath made Himself to His intent
Weak enough, now into the world to come;
But O, for thee, for Him, hath the inn no room?
Yet lay Him in this stall, and from the Orient,
Stars and wise men will travel to prevent
The effect of Herod’s jealous general doom.
Seest thou, my soul, with thy faith’s eyes, how He
Which fills all place, yet none holds Him, doth lie?
Was not His pity towards thee wondrous high,
That would have need to be pitied by thee?
Kiss Him, and with Him into Egypt go,
With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe.
