A Poem in Advent

The following is a section of a T. S. Eliot poem for Advent. For me, the poem describes the search for God, which is apropos in Advent. God is found on Christmas morning in a manger; which is our home (G.K. Chesterton). Eliot wrote:

A people without history
Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern
Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails
On a winter’s afternoon, in a secluded chapel
History is now and England.

With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this Calling

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree

Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always–
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one. (source)

Yes, the fire and the rose are one on Christmas morning.

O Come, O Come, Emmanuel! (listen)

May you have a good day.


~Image: the home of our hearts is with Our Lady, and her Divine Son, Jesus Christ, see here.