Tuesday, December 2, 2008

December 3

Into The Darkest Hour
by Madeleine L’Engle

It was a time like this,
War & tumult of war,
a horror in the air.
Hungry yawned the abyss-
and yet there came the star
and the child most wonderfully there.

It was time like this
of fear & lust for power,
license & greed and blight-
and yet the Prince of bliss
came into the darkest hour
in quiet & silent light.

And in a time like this
how celebrate his birth
when all things fall apart?
Ah! Wonderful it is
with no room on the earth
the stable is our heart.

6 comments:

Nancy said...

Perfect. Timeless.

irden juca said...

LOVE the connection between this poem and the first one you posted! (jesus is born in our hearts)

Never ever thought of our hearts as a stable, that's beautiful. One's heart's gotta be humble like that.

Thanks for sharing and have a nice first concert! Countdown for Merrillville! Hugs.

Mirriii said...

these poems are beautifull! I don't really understand everything of it, but the part i do understand is really cool =D

Loren Eaton said...

Ah! Wonderful it is
with no room on the earth
the stable is our heart.


Gold.

Crystal said...

Madeleine is one of my favorite authors, and this is a great poem by her. I actually have her poem anthology on my Christmas list this year!

trice said...

I love the contrast between the beginning and end of each verse - a good reminder when we look at the terrible things that happen on earth - the groaning of creation - that in the midst of this we have a King, a bright light in our own darkness