The Risk of Birth (Christmas, 1973)
by Madeleine L’Engle
This is no time for a child to be born,
With the earth betrayed by war & hate
And a comet slashing the sky to warn
That time runs out & the sun burns late.
That was no time for a child to be born,
In a land in the crushing grip of Rome;
Honour & truth were trampled by scorn-
Yet here did the Saviour make his home.
When is the time for love to be born?
The inn is full on the planet earth,
And by a comet the sky is torn-
Yet Love still takes the risk of birth.
2 comments:
I so appreciate very much All that Anam Cara does and I especially appreciate the poetry at Christmas time. Thank you very much for your much hard work and your willingness to give merry Christmas Brenda.
I was so grateful to receive each day’s poem. Thank you for making this a beautiful Advent tradition.
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