The poet considers the baby Jesus, awaiting birth from Mary’s inside: (Read it slowly. Repeat. Repeat again. Meditate on each brief word picture. Listen for the Spirit’s voice.)
“Whom thou conceiv’st, conceived; yea thou
Thy Maker’s maker, and thy Father’s mother;
Thou hast light in darke; and shutst in little
Immensity cloistered in thy dear wombe.”
John Donne, La Corona (Donne, Poems of John Donne, 319)
(Source: Reformation Commentary on Scripture ©2015 T. George, Ed.)
May the divine ‘immensity’ enter in the little room you have prepared for the Holy One, and from there bloom forth, forever changing you and everyone you touch.
O Holy Night. O Night Divine. O Night When Christ Was Born.
Be Born. In Us. Today.