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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345143" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Poem For A Christmas Broadcast</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Woman s Voice<br>Perhaps you find the angel most improbable?<br>It spoke to men asleep, their minds ajar<br>For once to admit the entrance of a stranger.<br>Few have heard voices, but all have made a journey:<br>The mind moves, desiring dedication,<br>Desiring to lay its gifts, as a dog its bone,<br>At the feet of the first creation. 'Take it or leave it'<br>Says pride, 'You made it; You must bear the blame.'<br>But secretly the heart 'O make it good.'<br>'Either God acts in vain, or this is God.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">1st King<br>Melchior brings gold. O teach me to give,<br>For this was infancy's first love:<br>Its first possession; its adult passion<br>O new creation<br>Take my treasure and make me free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2nd King<br>Caspar, incense: all that is strange,<br>Oblique, projected beyond the range<br>Of the First Person. Such mediation<br>O new creation<br>Take, that we dare the direct sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3rd, King<br>Death is a strong wish. Balthasar<br>Brings his desire in a gift of myrrh ;<br>Seeking perfection in pain and cessation<br>O new creation<br>Die for me, make me desire to live.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All Three<br>Mary, who nourished glory on human kindness<br>By springs of power hidden from the mind,<br>Here is our small self-knowledge, now<br>Make it acceptable, or teach us how.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mary<br>He will accept it, never fear,<br>For his audacity is my despair.<br>O do not give what he should not bear.<br>His boldness is beyond belief,<br>His threats, his lightnings, his short grief.<br>Is it divine or mortal confidence?<br>Mortal ignorance, godlike innocence.<br>Brazen, he takes love as a right;<br>He knows to demand is to give delight.<br>Youngling, here we offer love<br>What have we to offer but love?<br>And what is our love? Greed and despair.<br>O do not take what you should not bear,<br>Or tainted love by true convince:<br>Let us not harm you, helpless Prince.<br>Sin is the chance of mercy;<br>Then even sin contrives your greater glory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Barbara+Ridler">Anne Barbara Ridler</a><div class=q>
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Perhaps you find the angel most improbable?
It spoke to men asleep, their minds ajar
For once to admit the entrance of a stranger.
Few have heard voices, but all have made a journey:
The mind moves, desiring dedication,
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