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The Last and Forever Antiphon
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The Last and Forever Antiphon

My own poem for Palm Sunday.
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The Last and Forever Antiphon

Simeon

Gnarled hands long clutched
at last cradle the Christ:
the old man finds respite to the bone
in this helpless infant purified
who purifies all, evermore—
my eyes have seen salvation!
His lips fumble, his mind hums
the psalm chimerical where
My soul finds rest in—
the child does not startle
when the old man sings out his cry:
As You promised, Lord God!
Dismiss Your servant in peace,
In peace bring me beside You and
Whisper Your name to me
As this child has here
Spoken Himself to my ear!
He sobs in jeweled relief,
My eyes have seen salvation.

Anna

The stooped prophetess nears the infant,
she widowed but never since alone.
Her tired voice trembles:
I too have seen our salvation awaited.
Ye of Israel, hark His coming!
No lifetime of worship in His temple
Compared yet to His fingers
Around my thumb.
Know His face the Eastern Dayspring,
For He is come to save the lost,
The Redeemer and Chain-Breaker, the Christ!
Then, when she sees Him murdered as a man:
I too have seen our salvation awaited,
I’m afraid, His body again helpless
But more gloried in death prophesied
To life!
To sever Israel but graft her
Still stronger, sweeter still, the old woman coughs.
Choked in joy, she reveals
the end and the beginning are one
to the Christ’s young mother.

Emmanuel

The child grows burdened and favored,
guided by the prophecies like songs in his ears.
The two singers, the man and woman
spent and rewarded,
passed into death at the first taste
of ageless, promised glory.
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