Dec. 24: the point of intersection

Men’s curiosity searches past and future
And clings to that dimension. But to apprehend
The point of intersection of the timeless
With time, is an occupation for the saint —
No occupation either, but something given
And taken, in a lifetime’s death in love,
Ardour and selflessness and self-surrender.
For most of us, there is only the unattended
Moment, the moment in and out of time, …
The wild thyme unseen, Or the winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts. These are only hints and guesses,
Hints followed by guesses; and the rest
Is prayer, observance, discipline, thought and action.
The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is
  Incarnation.

-T.S. Eliot, “The Dry Salvages,” Four Quartets

“…It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth
 
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new glorious morn…”
-O Holy Night

…The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight…

-O Little Town of Bethlehem

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