O Holy Night

Hey there, Maeve here. I am so excited to introduce you to Dara. Dara is a beautiful storyteller & person - I feel lucky that our paths crossed through a sweet friend of mine. She has a gift for drawing you in, awakening all your senses. I love the way she weaves poetry and song to speak to this season of Advent. And this carol is one of my absolute favorites - it always brings me to my knees. 
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O Holy Night: The Birth Hour of Our Redemption

"O night when Christ was born…"

What follows is a kind of poetic response to the Christmas carol “O Holy Night.” Hearing it sung at Christmastime awakens my imagination and rustles emotions; but when I split the song verse by verse to look deeper, I stumbled on an underlying, but no less powerful, message.

Perceiving the symbolic role of nighttime in its lyrics, I asked: Could it be that darkness gives meaning to light? Is it because of dark that light comes?

Then came a personal reflection: What (...or Who) is coming to me in the dark?  Furthermore, What has already come that I cannot yet see?

I hope you can hear the carol playing as you read and accordingly accept the narrative written between the lines. Perhaps you will open to this mystery, in which you trust the nighttime to be the birthplace of your deliverance.

That is what I want this Christmas—to believe in what I cannot see.

Now may you, my friend, endure with me the dark hours with the expectancy of Advent, knowing that without the night, there would be no morning.


O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining,

The night is dark, but there is some light by which to see

It is the night of the dear Saviour’s birth.

That holy thing being birthed during my dark hour.

 Long lay the world in sin and error pining.

I writhe and resist, casting off

’Til He appear’d and the Spirit felt its worth.

Nightfall, when there awaits the forthcoming advent.

A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices,

Still, hope speaks to me here in the darkest,

For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

And a divine light is breaking free!

Fall on your knees!

Can I rejoice even in my long night?

Can I trust that holiness is piercing the dark?

Can I see it, while here on my knees?

O, hear the angel voices!

Oh, what I didn’t recognize until I fell…

O night divine … O Holy Night!

That it is by night that we meet the delivery of a new dawn.


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Maeve again. Isn't beautiful the way she blends poetry and song? I am reminded of the goodness in both morning and night. We need both, we can't have one without the other. I love that. What resonates with you here? Tell Dara below.