FIAT

 

FIAT

In the fullness of the appointed time

The virgin became a mother

But the mother remained a virgin

Whose womb became the new ark

Pure, immaculate and undefiled

Holding not the tablets but the Word.

As she gave flesh to divinity

She gave birth to her Creator

Who created her to be his mother

Then God became a human pilgrim

That the new humanity may be born

Through the fertile womb of Mary.

Commentary:

During the first day of the new year, the Church honors Mary as the Mother of God: the mother of Jesus, mother of the New Humanity, Mother of the church and our own mother.

  

The poem is a little compendium on Mariology, although barely exposing the grandeur and beauty of the mystery that is Mary. 

The picture is the very artistic bronze door of the church of Maria della Angelli in Rome, Italy. 

BIRTH OF THE KING

 

  

BIRTH OF THE KING

I look up and the heavens open like a black womb

Bursting blood like wild fireworks dancing in the sky

Breaking the waters with a cry from a shackled symphony

Breathing the first air of freedom and sweet victory

The universe welcomes her beloved King from on high

Yet when He is born, time brings Him closer to His tomb...

MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!!!

 

LULLABY

                 LULLABY

Let me lay down in your cradle once more

Because I am exhausted and so very tired

From my useless wanderings all my life

Adoring the sheer madness of idolatry

Swallowed up by the emptiness of egotism

I come back naked with blackened soul

Mourning the death of my innocence.

Let me listen again to your sweet lullaby

And let your song caress my deafness

May your voice bring back the beating

Of my drained heart shattered by shame

Draw me back to your bosom one more time

To feel  again the love I scorned and ignored

Before I sleep, before I go, before I say goodbye...

COMMENTARY:

The prophet Isaiah was sent by God to comfort the Israelites who were in exiled in Babylon (587-538 BC).   The prophet announced the return from exile: “Comfort my people!" (Is 40:1).  Israel was weary and spent and the prophet sung to them a beautiful lullaby, a song of liberation, a hymn of freedom.

         Such was true to John the Baptist who as God’s voice announced a new beginning to the people during the time of Jesus: "Prepare the Lord is coming!" (Mark 1:3).

        These are the readings of the Second Sunday of Advent – B.

        The photograph is an experiment of some sort, a photographic style I want to keep secret.