The Holy Family

 A poem written on the occasion of the Solemnity of the Holy Family.

House above

Filled with love

From surgings of fire

Between Word and Father.

Heaven's cup

Overflowed

As flaming breath of spill

Which birthed the world ex nihil'.

First couple

Reaped trouble

When ate fruit of knowledge

Which doused flame and spoiled seed.

Yet next pair

Came to share

Feast that could have been their's,

Since Fruit of Life they ate.

This sweet Fruit

Was the Word

Planted in Mary's womb

For Spirit was Her groom.

House below

Now doth glow

With love's hot surging flame,

Since mirror-three reflects.

Uncreated Fam'ly lived on top floor;

Yet when the Son set down Jacob's stair way,

The Father through Joseph crafted His House,

And this House was Mary the lower floor,

Through whom the created fam'ly was made.

 So now all that waits is those many rooms

To be filled with children of that blessed pair:

Through whom Father and Spirit make new sons.

28th December, 2014.