The Grand Night Walked With Heavy Step
by Phoebe Anthus
The grand night walked with heavy step
Over yard and hall,
And from the hooded ages
Long silent, watchers called
Our sky filled up with spirits
With golden hair and silver prayer
Glad tidings they unfurl.
The tones so pure and radiant
That every sound was hushed.
They sang of how despair had failed,
How evil would be crushed.
Then echo through the dark and cold
The voices of ten thousand wings
Have split earth’s silent dome.
Come all you little candles,
Light up the halls of man,
And fill their festive tables,
As when the world began
For the hope of all the nations
The God-man who was long foretold,
Now makes the earth his home.
Phoebe Anthus is a stubborn artist with her head not so far into the clouds that she cannot notice the solid, sensible things as well.
Photography by Kenneth Godoy