A Pondering Heart Dec 13 Written By Erik Bonkovsky Lo, faithful virgin, yields Himself to lieIn prison, in thy womb; and though He thereCan take no sin, nor thou give, yet He will wear,Taken from thence, flesh, which death’s force may try.Ere by the spheres time was created, thouWast in His mind, who is thy Son and Brother;Whom thou conceivst, conceived; yea thou art nowThy Maker’s maker, and thy Father’s mother;Thou hast light in dark, and shutst in little room,Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb. — John Donne Matthew 1:18-25 and Luke 2:18-19Sunday, December 13, 2015 The Places of ChristmasErik Bonkovsky2015 Erik Bonkovsky
A Pondering Heart Dec 13 Written By Erik Bonkovsky Lo, faithful virgin, yields Himself to lieIn prison, in thy womb; and though He thereCan take no sin, nor thou give, yet He will wear,Taken from thence, flesh, which death’s force may try.Ere by the spheres time was created, thouWast in His mind, who is thy Son and Brother;Whom thou conceivst, conceived; yea thou art nowThy Maker’s maker, and thy Father’s mother;Thou hast light in dark, and shutst in little room,Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb. — John Donne Matthew 1:18-25 and Luke 2:18-19Sunday, December 13, 2015 The Places of ChristmasErik Bonkovsky2015 Erik Bonkovsky