Present

When the days were completed for their purification
according to the law of Moses,
they took him up to Jerusalem
to present him to the Lord.
Luke 2:22

It was no mighty deed or work

but simply that he was,

the highest God come down to earth

to share our life with us:



Redeemed by two small turtledoves,

as any other boy,

yet prophets looked on him with love

and spoke of him with joy.



And suddenly, God was not far:

Christ to the temple came.

Not distant as the burning stars,

but near as candle flame.



Not shrouded e'er in fire and smoke,

but swaddled, cradled, near,

his blanket edge untucked and soaked

by an old man's happy tears.



So is creation born again,

so are all things made new,

by a wonder born in Bethlehem

whom prophets longed to view.



So every child bears God's own light

that shines in all there is.

For Christ has come to share our life

that we may share in his.

Prophecies of Simeon. Klosterneuburger Evangelienwerk, fol. 17v. By Unknown author – http://www.e-codices.unifr.ch/de/sbs/0008/17v, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=42913070

The Years Stretch Out

For the feast of the Presentation, a song of Simeon:

The years stretch out in shadow;
the days drag on toward night.
O Father, do not let go
until I see your light.

For now I know but dimly—
what shade our life has cast!—
but keep your hand upon me
until the night is past.

The earth you made is turning,
though slow the age is takes,
so there must be a morning:
Keep me until it breaks.

And though my eyes are fading
and fail to pierce the dark,
yet keep me strongin waiting
with vision in my heart.

That what I cannot see here
I still may stumble toward.
I weaken more with each year,
but make me strong in hope.

And when I see your glory,
the light I long have known,
when mercy dawns before me,
O Father, take me home!

Simeon and the Child by Benjamin West, brown and gray washes and pencil on paper, Museum of the Shenandoah Valley, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=54050254

Turtledoves

I have no kingdom to my name,
no crown upon my head,
nor can I offer pow'r or fame—
but I can give you bread.

I hold no sway in mighty lands;
no influence is mine.
Take just the labor of my hands
to work your will divine.

I have no wisdom in my soul
nor supernatural light;
no fortunes bend to my control,
but just a widow's mite.

I have no gold or frankincense,
if you would seek them here,
but take my life and take my death;
anoint them both with myrrh.

Come, take me as the offering
each moment pouring out,
for I have nothing else to bring
but all my heres and nows.

And though I have no fatted calfs,
I give you turtledoves.
I give you all I've ever have.
I give you all my loves.

Dove with an olive branch, Catacombs of Domitilla, Rome By Dnalor 01 – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=32603350Minolta DSC

O Lord, Now Let Your Servant Go

Now there was a man in Jerusalem whose name was Simeon.
This man was righteous and devout,
awaiting the consolation of Israel,
and the Holy Spirit was upon him.
It had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit
that he should not see death
before he had seen the Christ of the Lord.
He came in the Spirit into the temple;
and when the parents brought in the child Jesus
to perform the custom of the law in regard to him,
he took him into his arms and blessed God, saying:
“Lord, now let your servant go in peace;
your word has been fulfilled:
my own eyes have seen the salvation
which you prepared in the sight of every people,
a light to reveal you to the nations
and the glory of your people Israel.”
Luke 2:22-35

O Lord, now let your servant go in peace:
The day has come at last for my release.
I held the promise written in your word,
and now I hear the song my fathers heard.

For I have seen salvation drawing near;
my own eyes have beheld you dawning clear:
a light from us that all the world shall see,
at last your glory breaking over me.

Now, in my time, your hidden seed new sprouts,
and in my years, you break the ancient drought.
Among the living, I have seen your face,
and in my body stood within your grace.

Then take me, Lord, at last into your shade,
for you fulfilled the promises you made.
There will I wait 'til all have shared my sight
and entered into everlasting light.