At the Créche  

Posted by Agnes Regina

This poem began in my head as I lit a candle in front of the Nativity scene after High-Mass today.

At the Créche

My little Savior, here for Thee

I light this little flame,

That its bright tongue may speak for me,

Whose tongue cannot sing worthily

The praises of Thy name.


Inflame me also, Infant dear,

Here cradled in the straw,

That I may burn with holy fear,

And love of Thee who liest here,

And reverence of Thy law.


Before Thy crib, my Lord Most High

Laid low in humble hay,

O let me live and let me die,

To shine in Heaven's light, as my
Small candle burns today.


- January 10, 2010

Feast of the Holy Family

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6 comments

Oh, very good. If you began writing at the beginning, I can envision just how you came upon it.

January 11, 2010 at 5:01 AM

Yes, I did begin at the beginning -- for once :) (I often start in the middle or even at the end!)

January 11, 2010 at 5:40 PM

You start your poetry in the middle? I usually start my class papers in the middle, but never my poetry. It is lovely though. Thanks for sharing!

January 13, 2010 at 11:58 AM

Thank you Jude! Well, my poems begin with an idea... for example, if you look back on the musical sonnets, the "Prelude and Fugue" began with the idea of the last line. It just works weirdly with me, I guess. :)

January 20, 2010 at 1:55 PM

nah, normal. or mebbe it runs in the family... I start lots of my dumb poems in the middle, or I THINK i'm starting them at the beginning, but when they're done I add a whole other chunk to the beginning... I confuse myself sometimes... :p

February 8, 2010 at 5:49 PM

so do I, DL, it's normal... (um, or maybe we're both weird...)

and your poems are not dumb, they're awesome/hysterical/both... :)

February 13, 2010 at 1:40 AM

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