An Advent Tapestry–Infinity Walled in a Womb

“infinity walled in a womb…”
from “Made flesh,” in Accompanied by Angels: Poems of the Incarnation by Luci Shaw

Elizabeth knew without being told as soon as she heard Mary’s voice.  Or rather the baby in old Elizabeth’s womb knew, as he leaped for joy as she was filled with the spirit.  Two intrauterine mysteries meeting each other for the first time, belly to belly.   There is nothing more finite than the space in the womb–it gets crowded in there quickly over a scant few months.  Yet there infinity dwelled within the finite.

As I am no theologian, I’m not capable of discussing the intricacy of the reformational argument of finitum capax infiniti (the finite is capable of the infinite) vs finitum non capax infiniti (the finite is not capable of the infinite) which has to do with Christ’s bodily presence in the Eucharist.  As a mother, I know that finite Mary carried the infinite–“inside her the mind of Christ”…

“…inside her the mind
of Christ, cloaked in blood,
lodges and begins to grow.”
from “Mosaic of the Nativity” by Jane Kenyon

“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.”
from Auguries of Innocence by William Blake