The Word was made flesh and dwelt amongst us. O come, let us worship. Alleluia
Adoration of the Magi.
Painted by Benedictine monks in the late 1800s in the German Beuronese stye.
Basilica of the Immaculate Conception, Montana.
The evening of this day is Twelfth night, the end of the Christmas season and the prelude to the season of Epiphany or "revelation," which celebrates the moments when we become newly aware of God at work in our world, meeting us even in the midst of our everyday lives.
The Twelfth Day is traditionally the time to clear out the evergreens brought indoors to decorate for Christmas. The speaker of this poem, working through this chore and momentarily blinded by the low winter sun, rediscovers the grace of Incarnation—God's daring to become one of us in the Baby of Bethlehem—and the hope of epiphany.
Light comes back
We pray, O Lord, that you purify our hearts to be worthy to be your dwelling place. Let us never fail to ﬁnd room for you, but come and abide in us that we also may abide in you, who at this time was born into the world for us, and lives and reigns, King of kings and Lord of lords, now and for ever.
Francis Poulenc (1899-1963).
May the Lord, who has called out of darkness into his marvellous light, bless us and fill us with peace. Amen.