The incarnation is important to me. It’s when God was willing to become vulnerable in order to better connect with us. Artists through the ages and in every culture have tried to connect us to that moment. Inspired by their work, the music of Alfred Burt and Dave Grusin and by the poetry of George Starbuck, I offer this:
Some Children See Him – an exploration of the incarnation in art.
And this poem by George Starbuck
Sonnet in the Shape of a Potted Christmas Tree
Let the wild wind erect
bonbonbonanzas; junipers affect
frostyfreeze turbans; iciclestuff adorn
all cuckolded creation in a madcap crown of horn!
It’s a new day; no scapegrace of a sect
tidying up the ashtrays playing Daughter-in-Law Elect;
bells! bibelots! popsicle cigars! shatter the glassware! a son born
while ox and ass and infant lie
together as poor creatures will
and tears of her exertion still
cling in the spent girl’s eye
and a great firework in the sky
drifts to the western hill.