 
                The Annunciation
              by Edwin Muir
              The angel and the girl are met.
              Earth was the only meeting place.
              For the embodied never yet
              Travelled beyond the shore of space.
The eternal spirits in freedom go.
              See, they have come together, see,
              While the destroying minutes flow,
              Each reflects the other’s face
              Till heaven in hers and earth in his
              Shine steady there.  He’s come to her
              From far beyond the farthest star,
              Feathered through time.  Immediacy
              Of strangest strangeness is the bliss
              That from their limbs all movement takes.
              Yet the increasing rapture brings
              So great a wonder that it makes
              Each feather tremble on his wings.
Outside the window footsteps fall
              Into the ordinary day
              And with the sun along the wall
              Pursue their unreturning way.
              Sound’s perpetual roundabout
              Rolls its numbered octaves out
              And hoarsely grinds its battered tune.
But through the endless afternoon
              These neither speak nor movement make,
              But stare into their deepening trance
              As if their gaze would never break.
This poem is almost “Ignatian” in its sense of moment. St. Ignatius popularized Biblical meditation that invites the reader to enter into a Biblical passage, not as a reader or distant viewer, but as a participating witness, asking, What do I see? What do I smell? What do I taste and touch? In Muir’s poem, the infinite meets the finite, the air pulses with the intensity of eternity crammed into the instant of an earthly moment. They have come together, heaven and earth. While ordinary footsteps patter in the street outside the window and the sun creeps along the wall, Gabriel, a heavenly being, meets Mary, a mortal girl, and time freezes “Till heaven in hers and earth in his / Shine steady there.”
Note: It has been my habit to post poetry here during the season of Advent. You can find some of the poems I posted in previous years below.
Past Advent poems

 Remembered Lore
 Remembered Lore
Beautiful. I love Advent poems. Thanks for sharing them.
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My pleasure! It’s self-indulgence, really. 😉
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