This is a beautiful poem, and one that is quite different from any other I chose this year. Most of the works I selected are celebratory in nature, which is appropriate in that the reason I do this every year is to celebrate the season. But Advent isn't really about celebrating; it's about contemplation. It's a time to think about what Christ's coming meant, and ask ourselves if we're ready for him to come again. It's a time to reflect on how frustrating it can be to realize you're falling short in your efforts to live up to the example of Christ's perfect love, and to rededicate yourself to the task. It's that aspect of Advent that this poem illustrates so well.
To Christ Our Lord
The legs of the elk punctured the snow's crust
And wolves floated lightfooted on the land
Hunting Christmas elk living and frozen.
Indoors snow melted in a basin and a woman basted
A bird spread over coals by its wings and head.
Snow had sealed the windows; candles lit
The Christmas meal. The special grace chilled
The cooked bird, being long-winded and the room cold.
During the words a boy thought, is it fitting
To eat this creature killed on the wing?
For he had shot it himself, climbing out
Alone on snowshoes in the Christmas dawn,
The fallen snow swirling and the snowfall gone,
Heard its throat scream as the rifle shouted,
Watched it drop, and fished from the snow the dead.
He had not wanted to shoot. The sound
Of wings beating into the hushed morning
Had stirred his love, and the things
In his gloves froze, and he wondered,
Even famishing, could he fire? Then he fired.
Now the grace praised his wicked act. At its end
The bird on the plate
Stared at his stricken appetite.
There had been nothing to do but surrender,
To kill and to eat; he ate as he had killed, with wonder.
At night on snowshoes on the drifting field
He wondered again, for whom had love stirred?
The stars glittered on the snow and nothing answered.
Then the Swan spread her wings, cross of the cold north,
The pattern and mirror of the acts of earth.
Galway Kinnell (born 1927)
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