Dawn Oracle

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.




  • Heather Kaufmann is a New England native currently pursuing an M.A. in theology and the arts at Regent College in Vancouver, British Columbia. For her final integrative project at Regent, she is writing a series of poems in response to the Gospel of Luke, and is studying the relationship of postmodern theopoetics and Hans Urs von Balthasar’s theological aesthetics. She holds a B.A. in Cultural Anthropology and, when she’s not studying, works as a nonprofit grant writer and fundraising consultant.

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