Malcolum Guite is one of my favourite poets. He has a series of sonnets that he wrote based on the O Antiphons.
As someone who is still quite new to the Anglican tradition, I find myself continuing to discover new things during the season of Advent. I love the sense of slowing down to wait, listen and prepare during Advent. Each year when we hear the O Antiphons sung during our Advent Procession, I find ... well ... a key.
Even in the darkness where I sit
And huddle in the midst of misery
I can remember freedom, but forget
That every lock must answer to a key,
That each dark clasp, sharp and intricate,
Must find a counter-clasp to meet its guard,
Particular, exact and intimate,
The clutch and catch that meshes with its ward.
I cry out for the key I threw away
That turned and over turned with certain touch
And with the lovely lifting of a latch
Opened my darkness to the light of day.
O come again, come quickly, set me free
Cut to the quick to fit, the master key.
(inspired by Malcolm Guite's sonnet)
Artwork: Adam Boulter