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                AND THE ANGEL SAID:

Born in humility,
Becoming our flesh:
                Sing, O Angels of Heaven!
Proclaim the birth of Christ!
Mothers will come,
To nourish a babe:
                Sing, O Angels of Heaven!
Proclaim the birth of Christ!
Fathers will come,
To shelter the weak:
                Sing, O Angels of Heaven!
Proclaim the birth of Christ!
Children will come,
Trusting, unafraid:
                Sing, O Angels of Heaven!
Proclaim the birth of Christ!
Shepherds will come,
Knowing his Voice:
                Sing, O Angels of Heaven!
Proclaim the birth of Christ!
Royalty will come,
To adore the true King:
                Sing, O Angels of Heaven!
Proclaim the birth of Christ!
Servants will come,
To serve at His Throne:
                Sing, O Angels of Heaven!
Proclaim the birth of Christ!
Sinners will come,
To weep at His Feet:
                Sing, O Angels of Heaven!
Proclaim the birth of Christ!
Mourners will come,
Seeking the Light:
                Sing, O Angels of Heaven!
Proclaim the birth of Christ!
Prisoners will come,
Longing for freedom:
                Sing, O Angels of Heaven!
Proclaim the birth of Christ!
Priests will come,
To lift bread and wine:
                Sing, O Angels of Heaven!
Proclaim the birth of Christ!
Born in humility,
Becoming our flesh:
                Sing, O Angels of Heaven!
Proclaim the birth of Christ!


SC+, 2010

Be Silent All Flesh…the Lord has roused Himself from His Holy Dwelling. (Zechariah 2:13)

Christmas, 2010

In the midst of military, political and economic chaos in all corners of this earth:

…a small businessman in Maine, grateful for his freedom, begins a movement now numbering thousands of volunteers who lay Christmas wreaths on the tombs of fallen soldiers with a moment of silent prayer.

In the midst of crowds thronging the malls and holiday parties, with the gaiety escalating to near-hysteria:

…a woman gathers her courage, and calls for silence when a child is overwhelmed by the noise and unchecked emotions swirling around him.

In the midst of beeping monitors and flashing lights required by a frightening series of medical tests:

…a gentle nurse promises to let a patient sleep in silence through the night.

In the midst of strident voices—left and right—decrying this or that current (and perhaps soon-to-be-forgotten) cultural battle:

…a 7th Century monk prays: “O Mystery exalted beyond silence, gather my mind into the silence of prayer, free from the concerns of this world.”[1]

Yes…Let all flesh be silent. For in these small pockets of silence, all too rare and fleeting, hidden away and often unnoticed—in these precious moments between breaths when we can hear our own hearts beat . . . now is the time to keep silence.

For it is only in such silence that the Holy One can rouse from His Holy Dwelling in the Heart of God, and come among us to be born in a poor stable in Bethlehem.  Only in such silence can the Holy One bring strength and courage to the heart of a soldier keeping watch in the mountains of Afghanistan. Only in such silence can the touch of the Holy One comfort the heart of a little child surrounded  by poverty, or despair. Only in such silence can the Holy One enter our own hearts, and find once again His own Holy Dwelling.

I do pray we will all find those moments of silence when the Lord enters His Holy Dwelling within our hearts.

Susan Creighton+

[1] Isaac of Ninevah, 7th C. Syria: in The Syriac Fathers on Prayer and the Spiritual Life, translated by Sebastian Brock, (Kalamazoo: Cistercian Publications, 1987)


Joseph said,
“The Tomb was closed—yet now the Rock is rolled away?”

Pilate said,
“I’ve washed my hands of this MAN—I’ll hear no wild tales HE yet lives.”

The Women said,
“We came with oils, but found a shroud—where can HE be?”

The Rain said,
“Our tears did wash HIS face—as we will wash each soul Baptized from this day hence.”

The Earth said,
“We welcomed HIS bones—and found our ancient mass transfigured into Light.”

The Fire of Hades said,
“We feared HIS coming—now HE commands us as Holy Fire.”

The Wind said,
“HIS Spirit turns our silence into Alleluias on high.”

The stars said,
“With HIS light risen from the tomb, our brightness is eternal.”

They all cried out,
“Alleluia! Christ is Risen! HE is Risen indeed! Alleluia!”

SC+, 2010
















Joseph said,
“Here—I have a tomb, new, unused. HE may lie within.”

Pilate said,
“Take HIM—I care not where this troublesome man lies.”

The Women said,
“We weep, we mourn, but gather the oils—we will bind HIS wounds.”

The Rain said,
“Our tears will wash HIS face.”

The Earth said,
“We welcome HIS bones, formed from our dust before time began.”

The Fire of Hades said,
“We fear HIS coming—HE will steal our bounty.”

The Wind said,
“HE breathes no more, and even I am silenced.”

The stars said,
“HIS light is hidden, so we must shine bravely through darkest night.”

They all said,
“In silence, We will keep watch.”

SC+, 2010



The Whale
            A meditation for Good Friday

Sinking, sinking, sinking.
deep rest in darkness cold:
Tide washing torn flesh,
dilutes the blood,
chills the soul,
tossing limbs to and fro.

Silence beyond silence,
Cold beyond cold,
Fear beyond fear.

Bones lose strength,
and sinews sag
their very form is lost,
and what was once a life
with borders, edges, frames
returns to elemental stuff
where even cells break down
and atoms float into the void.

Consciousness and will
no more do dwell
within, without, or with at all.
There is no where, no up, no down,
no time, no space to mark
the passing of a life,
or entrance of a death. 

            And each is all.

“Remember: you are earth,
and to earth you shall return.”
We’ve got it wrong,
for earth herself
emerged from silent sea—
a pattern in the chaos we
label terra firma,
deluding our senses
into stable cosmos, order, law.

The very law of elementals
which moves in cyclic spiral,
crumbling cliffs and grinding
rocks upon the shore,
as earth dissolves into the sea,
so do our bones and soul,
becoming one within the void.

            And each is all.

Yet even there the life force moves,
and gently bumps against
my cells that are no more,
consumes and hallows emptiness:

“And there goes that Leviathan . . .”
that swallowed Jonah, spat him out:
Bone and sinew, flesh and blood?
or broken down to cell and atom, DNA?

What elemental form is known in death?
Is there some cell, some atom,
some electron with my name
engraved upon its very being? 

The dead return to earth,
that cosmic ordering of chaos,
that quieting of turbulent form. 

Yet is there not a further path,
where even earth
returns to void?

            And each is all.


SC+ ca. 1998



In the deep silence of Maundy Thursday, we do such simple things: gather together to share a meal, tell ancient stories, break bread and pour wine, wash weary feet…and begin a vigil that will lead us through the terror and desolation of Good Friday, to the triumph and joy of the Resurrection.

Harsh, knocking, pounding words:
TAKE  and  BREAK –
Wounding and healing heart and mind
to touch the point of LOVE.

Meet smooth, soft counterpoint:
BLESS  and  GIVE –
From a womb of terror
Birthing eas`ed pain, and  LIFE.

Harsh – soft – the rhythm roams Creation:
A symphony that sings of LOVE.

SC+ 1991

In 1982, when I wrote this poem, I was a member of a religious order, and it was our custom to have the sister presiding at the offices give a meditation for the community. Although the time of some of the commemorations was slightly different then, it still seems to fit….even from the silence and solitude of the hermitage.   SC+

A Week  of  Light  to  Ashes

And Peter said to Jesus:  “Lord, it is well that we are here.”
We’ll build three booths:  for Prophet, Law, and King —
to house the glory of the mountaintop
For human eyes dare not gaze upon this great illumining…
The cloud descends, and Voice commands:
“This is my well-beloved Son.”

Then Polycarp did have his turn:  “Lord, it is well that we are here.”
Four-score-and six you’ve led me well; I’ll not deny you now.
We’ve journeyed long and far and hard
to meet this day at Caesar’s call:
Now joyous flames will consecrate the love that asks not gain.

And Sisters said to Jesus:  “Lord, it is well that we are here.”
O day of ash and penitence! Your awesome weight surrounds;
The desert calls:  We turn again in silent prayer
To offer heart and soul and limb to join the sacrifice of God.

Then Matthias said to Jesus:  “Lord, it is well that we are here.”
I followed you through hill and vale; I listened at your feet.
I did not know you knew me, Lord, but now your call comes clear:
You’ve chosen me to fill the gap; and I say “yes” — in fear.

George Herbert ends the week:  “Lord, it is well that we are here.”
Priest and poet I did not seek, but a Country Parson feeding sheep.
Yet you have called me Lord, of your great Love, to enter in
and taste of thy sweet meat:
“So I did sit and eat.”

24  February 1982



Wise men from the East
opened their  Treasure,
offering Him gifts . . .

                                If I could give you a gift,
                                would it be GOLD,
                                remembering others
                                who freeze for lack of shelter?

                                                The gift I can give
                                                is the GOLD of silence
                                                in daily prayer.

                                If I could give you a gift,
                                would it be INCENSE,
                                remembering others
                                who choke for lack of clean air?

                                                The gift I can give
                                                is the INCENSE of joy
                                                before God at the altar.

                                If I could give you a gift,
                                would it be MYRRH,
                                remembering others
                                who die for lack of fragrant oil?

                                                The gift I can give
                                                is the MYRRH of tears
                                                for the easing of wounds.

                                                                                                                        SC+, Epiphany 2009

A Christmas Grace

O most high, gracious God, we give thanks this day for the birth of your Son, our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ:

       Born in a poor stable, He brought us the riches of Heaven;  

       Born in loneliness and rejection, He brought us into His own Holy Family.

       Born in the darkness of a winter night, He brought us the Light that conquers all despair;

Pour out your blessing, O Lord, upon these fruits from your creation, given to nourish our bodies, as we remember those who are hungry, or in any need or trouble;

Pour out your blessing, O Lord, upon our friends and families, gathered, and distant, as we remember the stranger, and all those who are alone, or frightened, or grieving;

Pour out your blessing, O Lord, upon our hearts, and souls, and minds, that we may become bearers of Your Light into this world of darkness, this world You love eternally.

All this we ask in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, world without end, unto ages of ages. Amen.

 SC+, 2009