I assume I was seen in the way a postcard is seen

it is easier to trust God with worlds than with sons

Kavanagh’s poem looks to Advent for a sort of poetic and spiritual rebirth, a chance to reacquaint ourselves with the “newness that was in every stale thing.”

I heard song, whilst he suffered his trials

he opened up the window for Dec 24 even though it was like Dec 3

Jesus, deeply silent, watched the flames