Beloved Woman Have you seen her, Immanuel who is called the Coming One? Have you seen her barrenness her beloved man now passed on. Still he breathes at her side, she bears the weight of his winter years. Furrowed brow, back bent, bruised legs. she grieves, ‘Where has my beloved gone?’ Have you seen her, Son of Man who is called the Crucified Christ? Every fifty Summers from their beginning their eyes danced till all recall was lost. Each day, each night she toils, her beauty to love without love’s return, whispers Psalms into the grave of his mind, she who prepares her beloved’s tomb. Have you seen her, the Risen Christ who is called the Glory of God? Her martyr’s head bent, prays ‘Let our eyes meet - dance once more’. Let it be, upon this advent feast, these saints bound as one yet torn apart be nourished by the Spirit’s breath, dance in joy with the Coming One.
© Craig A Roberts, 2023 Celtic Advent Photo: Adobestock