This is the first post on my new blog. I wanted a place to put the poems and prayers I love or that inspire me to think or pray. Sometimes I will include a poem or prayer that I have written.
To get started on this second day of Advent, here is a poem by Rowan Williams, a former Archbishop of Canterbury.
He will come like last leaf’s fall.
One night when the November wind
has flayed the trees to bone, and earth
wakes choking on the mould,
the soft shroud’s folding.
He will come like the frost.
One morning when the shrinking earth
opens on mist, to find itself
arrested in the net
of alien, sword-set beauty.
He will come like dark.
One evening when the bursting red
December sun draws up the sheet
and penny-masks its eye to yield
the star-snowed fields of sky.
He will come, will come
will come like crying in the night,
like blood, like breaking,
as the earth writhes to toss him free.
He will come like child.
Source: The Poems of Rowan Williams, by Rowan Williams. Grand Rapids, MI:William B. Eerdsman Publishing Co., 2004.
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