Nativity 17

The Son of His Voice The error of the straying one has erred, I said, Mary spoke and set his stones in place, And he took the hearing of the house of his wings, And he kindled a fire and confessed to me The height and depth of your knees, they were The error: to you is praise, Son of the Creator who loves all. I saw Gabriel, whom the Lord called, And to the chief of priests, an aged servant, Whose error I saw the magi rejoicing, As they were bowed down, and Herod Was bewildered that a king had come. Also the sword that strangles the children, That Moses the killer of children might perish, That the likeness of the living might flee to Egypt, That he came to Judah, weary and amazed, That his hunter seeks to hunt. In her virginity, the leaves of victory She put on, Eve your mother put on In her virginity, the garment of glory That suffices for all, the small extended one, Of the body you gave to cover all. Blessed is her hand that came with her heart, And in her will she inherited the king, she In you, Son of the King and Holy of Holies. To you, chief of priests, she had no need, Nor the care of house and husband, She became again Eve, the cry and the tomb, For the accursed serpent that entered and dwelt in her, His evil counsel was bread for her, That which was dust, you are bread, And you are [the body] and the stole of glory, That she has holiness, even in summer. Behold her guardian, that she has error, Behold her forgiver, that she has a demon, Behold her persecutor and her pains, Behold the oppressor of their brokenness, That she has a son, he comes, he will be, A brother to my compassionate one, that she has a daughter.

O daughter of the type, the sign shall be The seller of my precious ones, and he has a servant I loosed him, he came, he served his lord A freeborn son, my son, who took your yoke One is his reward, and the servant who erred A pair of yokes, of two lords Of above and below, two for him are good And two rewards, of two burdens A freeborn daughter, my son, your maidservant is again If she serves you, and servitude In you, freeborn daughter, she is in you, she will be chosen That she is a liberator, hidden rays In her heel are placed, if she loves you O the wings, sweep for him my beloved Who wept, he dwelt, and also the pollutions Which he sanctified, and also the churches Which he adorned, the son of the Creator is he Who came to examine all creatures [The heavens] renewed, for which the fools worshipped [To all] the shining ones, renewed for the earth Which swallowed Adam, a new creation She was his creator, and for all sufficient He will fashion bodies with shepherds Come, the blind and the without silver Take the shining ones, come, the veiled ones Take your feet, the pairs and the deaf Take your voices, and his hand is gentle The gentle ones, take also your hands The son of the Creator is he, who filled his treasuries All the clouds, to where he ascended From the fathers, he came, hunt him Clay he makes, and changes it Flesh he makes, eyes he makes blind With a little clay, show that in his hand Is the creation of the living, the soul of the dead Again I testified for him, that in him is the breath I heard a cry among the later witnesses He was persuaded that he is the firstborn son

They took the scabs and those without toil, they took the pure one, for he is not needed. Like Elisha who immersed seven times, he was baptized in light, not to be filled again. For whom are the priests with their faces? Seven [of Elisha] in the pure mystery, [of seven spirits and the cross and blood, that is the great type]. There is no place for your remembrance, it is not to be recalled. Son of the Lord of all, come, Lord of all. For if the filthy one defiles the body, and you purify, you form the body. His help to the body, and you are his beloved. But you formed his limbs, the bonds that I cast upon him. They cry out that you are the son of the Creator.