How Could Their Jubilation Be Contained Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

how could their jubilation be contained

on that cold winter night, the angels proclaiming Him

the long awaited, Jesu, the heart's best gift;

heralding wildly over the shepherd's fold

exorbitant anthems in pure gold

to proclaim, Him, the long awaited Child.

and the constellations tinkling like bells

glass bells in hindsight over the long midnight of the World.



snuggled at home on childhood's Christmas nights

how often I thought I felt that glory

when thinking in glory was possible

as if thinking in light



still now, on yet another winter's night

it comes back to me that

superb and changeling music, each time

more radiant, even more Divine.

my Saviour!

mary angela douglas 15 november 2022