Tuesday, 24 December 2013

Love takes the risk of birth



This is no time for a child to be born,
With the Earth betrayed by war and hate,
And a nova lighting the sky to warn,
That time runs out and the sun burns late.

That was no time for a child to be born,
In a land in the crushing grip of Rome,
Honour and truth  were trampled by scorn,
Yet here did the Saviour make his home.

When is the time for a child to be born?
The inn is full on the planet Earth,
And by  greed and pride the sky is torn,
Yet love still takes the risk of birth.

Madeleine L'Engle

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