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Digging Deeper: Issue 23
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Beneath the Tree of Life
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Sidewalk Ballet
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The Eternal People
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Robert Hayden’s “Those Winter Sundays”
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The Pilgrim City
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Not Just Personal
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Editors’ Picks Issue 23
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Madeleine Delbrêl
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Covering the Cover: In Search of a City
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Urban Series (Neighborhood)
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In Search of a City
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Readers Respond: Issue 23
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Family and Friends: Issue 23
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One Inch off the Ground
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Re-Mapping Belfast
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Serving Kings
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Up Hill
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City of Bones, City of Graces
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Small Acts of Grace
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In the Valley of Lemons
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City of Clubs
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Save Your Sympathy
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Gloomy night embraced the place
Where the Noble Infant lay;
The Babe looked up and showed his face,
In spite of darkness, it was day.
It was thy day, Sweet! and did rise
Not from the east, but from thine eyes.
We saw thee in thy balmy nest,
Young dawn of our eternal day!
We saw thine eyes break from their east
And chase the trembling shades away.
We saw thee, and we blessed the sight,
We saw thee by thine own sweet light.
Welcome, all wonders in one sight!
Eternity shut in a span;
Summer in winter; day in night;
Heaven in earth, and God in man.
Great little one, whose all-embracing birth
Lifts earth to heaven, stoops heaven to earth.
Mother and Child, Pablo Picasso, 1905, detail
Image public domain
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George Marsh
The third sestet of Crashaw's poem appeared somewhere in print in America when I was more than sixty years younger. I memorized it and put it into some Christmas cards. The baroque style and the condensed antitheses give power to ideas that have been at the heart of Christian spirituality. Today, our cosmic consciousness finds divinity everywhere, but in "Carmen Deo Nostro" (the original title) it sings memorably.