Reciting the Invitatory Psalm at 3.00 a.m.
While walking downstairs,
One step at a time,
Oh. so slowly,
…. . at three o’clock in the morning,
‘Come lift up your voice to the Lord!’
Mine in a whisper!
My mind saw the Baby,
‘Hail the God who made us,
Come before him giving thanks … . ‘
This newborn scrap of weak humanity,
…. ‘A mighty God is the Lord,’
‘A great King above all gods,’
‘In his hands’, …. so small!
‘Are the depth of the earth,
The heights of the mountains are his,
To him belongs the sea …..’
‘Let us bow and bend low,’
See, he stirs,
He sucks, He sleeps.
‘Let us kneel before the God who made us.
He is our God.’
….. how wondrous is the newborn,
Almost transparent in his fragility ….
‘And we the people that belong to him.’
Oh that we would listen to his voice,
His infant cry ….
Nearly down now,
One more step ….
Written when recovering from an accident.
Welcome back to Sheila Billingsley! Two more of her poems follow on 27 and 28 of this month, remembering the feasts. But ‘Oh that we would listen to his voice!’ A peaceful Christmas to you all!