Wednesday, December 17, 2008

December 18

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:

kboden said...

Okay. I know I don't need to comment on every one. However, some of this is thought provoking. I am scared about my children being on the mission field and then I realize they get to taste Christ's journey to this earth. This poem reminds of that...thank you, Charlie.

irden juca said...

I am glad Love was born just in time to save me. ^^

Hugs.