by Shannon Daly
December 21, 2017
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Fall from mountain tops and pillars of light-
To the manger. Not the still wooden creche
But the contracting womb and fragile flesh.
Immensity constrained; laid bare to sight.
Fall in with creation. To beating time,
breath and toil tied. We, hollow-hearted
and barred from the haven where we started,
now intertwined with a descent divine.
Fall to fill form with meaning, flesh with flames
And Spirit. Crack the brittle world open.
Fall like showers, flood parched hearts with hope and
The expectation of joy. Give us new names.
Fall in full mercy, embodied advent:
My life lifted up through your love’s descent.