This poem is a meditation on Zechariah’s prophecy in Luke 1:78-79, exploring what these well-known words might mean for our own context and, more specifically, in the midst of isolation and uncertainty.
Dawn Oracle
Luke 1:78-79
The dawn has already broken
in the crowning of an infant’s head
whose cries mingled with the chorus
of cows and lambs alike.
The light of the dawn indwells us
now like a child in the womb
of his labouring mother who
burns with a hope beyond pain.
This light will guide us
through the solitary darkness
of our clouded creeds and on
with faltering feet to what end
we cannot know
until the clouds clear
to reveal we’ve been together
all along
in a vast green field
the bright star still shining
above our unbelieving heads.
