This is one of my favorite poems. It is written by Sister Madeleva
Perennial
The final wild song of Your birth-night
can never be written;
The last shining word of Your coming
can not be said.
Rough, slow-minded shepherds will run,
angel-driven, forever
By night to a cave and a cattle shed.
And You, beyond bondage of time, without
end or beginning,
Will wake in the arms of a maid,
on an unending night.
You, the unuttered Word became Flesh
and forever now spoken,
Will be here, be our Life, our
accessible Light.
Tonight is Your night, Your incredible,
song-spangled story.
We shepherds and flocks wait on fields
beyond Bethlehem plain;
O angels, O shepherds, O Joseph, O Mary,
O Jesus,
O God, tell Your children the story again.
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3 comments:
So you're not lame anymore because you have a comment.
You're even cooler than James now -- because you have two comments -- and one of them is not from yourself!
I work at a college library and one of our patrons recently came asking for this ("Perennial") poem. We have checked over 10 print editions (see here) of Sister M. Madeleva's works, but can't find this one poem.
Anyway, I'm wondering if you happened to know what book it was published in. Seeing it posted online is one thing, but our patron is really looking for printed proof of attribution.
Thanks.
Now you've got two comments and a serious question! Impressive.
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