O Antiphons

Sally Witt

You have formed my heart
into an O Antiphon
and I cannot quell my thirst for you,
O Rising Dawn, O Desire of Nations.

O King and Leader, Root of Jesse,
O Wisdom and Key of freedom from our inner jails,
my being yearns for you;
it calls from the long O of loneliness
into mystery, into still unshaped joy.

Somewhere beneath the embers of our scorched forests,
under brownfields  releasing toxic breath,
there grows a fertile shoot, protected, strong;

for its flowering I long.
O Emmanuel, Come!

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