Sonnet: Immanuel

O ever-generated Son of God
Motherless, beginningless, begotten
Late in time, born to walk the ground we’ve trod
Fatherless Son of the humble maiden
By Your Father are You true Light of Light
By Your mother are You true Man for us
Yet One You are, now come at our midnight
God and Man: depth of the mysterious
Come and transfigure my weak intellect
Bring my mind past the veil of unknowing
Bind what’s broken to that which is perfect
Reconcile earth’s song to heaven’s ringing
Let me gaze upon You with the soul’s eyes
May Your beauty assuage her every sigh

This post originally appeared on Dr. Parkison’s blog.