Two Advent Poems by Emily Dickinson

“The Infinite a sudden Guest” (1309)

The Infinite a sudden Guest
Has been assumed to be —
But how can that stupendous come
Which never went away?

“Tell all the truth but tell it slant — “ (1263)

Tell all the truth but tell it slant —
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind —

+ Emily Dickinson

These two Dickinson poems are perfect meditations for Advent:

The first as a provocative play on one of the season’s mysteries (How can we “wait” for someone who is also present to us, and in us, even as we wait?); and the second as a window into the many ways the Advent and Christmas stories testify to a God who comes in ways that are somewhat softened, accessible, “slant,” camouflaged, even hidden.

An ordinary baby in an ordinary backwater town, signaled by a star so faint that only Magi can spot it (Herod’s assassins can’t!), and announced not to the powerful in Jerusalem but to nameless shepherds on a forgotten hillside, watching their flocks by night.

It’s as the old carol has it: “Veiled in flesh the Godhead see, Hail th' incarnate Deity!” (that’s from “Hark the Herald Angels Sing”). Veiled, hidden, not so God disappears but precisely so God may appear — or rather, so we may see. The Truth must dazzle gradually…