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Tuesday, 29 November 2016
Sunday, 27 November 2016
A Coming: Then as Now
Coming in Advent
He was of middle-eastern origin,
Homeless, but not rootless.
Child of two refugees.
He came empty-handed,
Bearing nothing but words,
With no fixed employment.
He came in peace.
In joy. In love. In light.
He spoke only truth.
And those he came to
Hunted him down
And killed him
Because they were afraid.
He was 33.
He said, "Whatever you do to the least of us,
You also do to me."
He was of middle-eastern origin,
Homeless, but not rootless.
Child of two refugees.
He came empty-handed,
Bearing nothing but words,
With no fixed employment.
He came in peace.
In joy. In love. In light.
He spoke only truth.
And those he came to
Hunted him down
And killed him
Because they were afraid.
He was 33.
He said, "Whatever you do to the least of us,
You also do to me."
Labels:
advent,
faith,
hate crimes,
poetical political commentary
Saturday, 5 November 2016
Something for the week ahead
Looked across the Atlantic and was reminded of this poem.
Diving Deep
Diving Deep
Apart from "this"
all was ideal.
This thing that lurks
unspoken.
The thing does not
appeal
To such warm-hearted
closeness,
Nor to the deep
trenches of desire.
Where somewhere, lost
and broken,
Love dived - to there
expire
In pools of darkness.
Lost beneath the ragged
outcrops
Of sharp-tongued coral
That, now and again,
would drop
A single crushing word
Into still depths of
hate.
Beyond where light can
reach,
Where joy turns into
fate,
And life marks down the
lesson it will teach.
(First published in issue 14 of Wayfinder magazine)
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