Glory to that Voice that became a body,
and to the lofty Word that became flesh.
Ears even heard Him, eyes saw Him,
hands even touched Him, the mouth ate Him.
Limbs and senses gave thanks to
the One Who came and revived all that is corporeal.
Mary bore a mute Babe
though in Him were hidden all our tongues.
Joseph carried Him, yet hidden in Him was
a silent nature older than everything.
The Lofty One became like a little child,
yet hidden in Him was a treasure of Wisdom that suffices for all.
He was lofty but he sucked Mary’s milk,
and from His blessings all creation drinks.
He is the Living Breast of living breath;
by His life the dead were suckled, and they revived.
Without the breath of air no one can live;
without the power of the Son no one can rise.
Upon the living breath of the One Who vivifies all
depend the living beings above and below.
As indeed He sucked Mary’s milk,
He has given suck—life to the universe.
As again He dwelt in His mother’s womb,
in His womb dwells all creation.
Mute He was as a babe, yet He gave
to all creation all His commands.
For without the First-born no one is able
to approach Being, for He alone is capable of it.
St Ephrem the Syrian
Lovely verses and lovely ikon. Where can each of them be found?
Clare, I’m out of town at the moment and do not have access to my library. I’m pretty sure that the citation may be found in St Ephrem’s Hymns on the Nativity. As far as the icon, I simply found it on the internet through a Google search. I think it’s from St Catherine’s Monastery near Mt Sinai. I think. 🙂
Many thanks, Fr Aidan. I’ll delve further.
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A beautiful poem by St. Ephrem the Syrian, courtesy of Fr. Aidan Kimel’s blog. Note the Ethiopian icon, one I’ve not seen before.