On a passing

David Oestreich has passed away. It may be true that “They die young whom the gods love”–but he was too good a poet to die young.

Here is my favorite poem of his, originally published on religiousaffections.org.

The Hypostatic Union

The Word set forth before the world began
Wrote out the mournful tune in minor key:
The crying of the infant Son of Man.

There was no way that they could understand
How that small and helpless child could be
The Word set forth before the world began.

Joseph wondered at the tiny hand,
The scrunched-up face, the frail intensity
Of crying in the infant Son of Man.

The angel host deployed and took its stand
To sing out with celestial harmony
The Word set forth before the world began.

Mary marveled at the shepherd band
Who came to hear, while bowing awkwardly,
The crying of the infant Son of Man.

Yet it was in accordance with the plan
Articulated from eternity:
The Word set forth before the world began
Was crying in the infant Son of Man.

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About middlingpoet

From the Gawain poet to Rainer Maria Rilke: I love traditional poetry.
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