A Sphere of Years

A Sphere of Years

I am a sphere of years

Rolling on space/time’s

Warp and weft.

In Chartres Cathedral

Infant Jesus holds

A golden ball in the palm of his hand

On the black Madonna’s lap.

From darkness we come

And the Divine Child is born within

And every year is born again.

Divine Child

There is a new room

in the house built on sand.

We saw the foundation crack

then suddenly expand.

It is a room for the new child

I had longed for.

I dance with new life

 in my arms.

Is it a girl or a boy?

I don’t know.

The child born in me is

not of this world.

--Barbara Spring

Black Madonna of Chartres

A Sphere of Years

I am a sphere of years

Rolling on space/time’s

warp and weft.

 

In Chartres Cathedral

Infant Jesus holds

A golden ball in the palm of his hand

On the black madonna’s lap.

 

From dark matter we come

And the divine child is born within

And every year is born again.

If you go to Chartres Cathedral in France, you will not see the black madonna pictured here.  The statue has been painted white. I liked it the way it was for 300 years.

Black Madonna             click the link for more information about Chartres Cathedral in France.