Advent is a time of hope. Madeleine L’Engle’s poem, The Risk of Birth (1973), expresses this
hope beautifully:
The Risk of Birth
This is no time for a child to be born,
With the earth betrayed by war and hate
And a comet slashing the sky to warn
That time runs out and the sun burns late.
That was no time for a child to be born,With the earth betrayed by war and hate
And a comet slashing the sky to warn
That time runs out and the sun burns late.
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 love to be born?Honour and truth were trampled by scorn –
Yet here did the Saviour make his home.
The inn is full on
the planet earth,
And by a comet the sky is torn –
Yet Love still takes the risk of birth.
Marcia Prather
And by a comet the sky is torn –
Yet Love still takes the risk of birth.
Marcia Prather
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