Saturday, 23 November 2013


This is One to Whom personally
Servitude to time could not apply -
One who inhabits eternity. Yet
His love constrained Him to this thirlage.

He took part in our habitat
Days. He slept in them, woke in them,
In them moved, ate, carpentered.
Daily He absorbed the Father’s voicing.

One day the word directed Him towards
Jordan; one day to the wilderness.
Each of the days of the Son of Man
Was distinguished, although He is the Same.

And there were nights too - healing
Or praying. Until there came the night
When He was delivered up. And the day
When over His suffering daylight was withheld.

Time knows no day like that day -
Denial at cockcrow, injustice early,
Scourging, nailing, hanging, suffering:
And the secret sorrow the sun did not lighten.

Energy charged the resurrection day -
The Risen One gave to Mary
Revelation, to Simon restoration,
To two wanderers a Shepherd’s care.

From the day when He was received up in glory
We wait in the patience of the Christ until
His vindication: when the world takes moral direction
From that Sun in the day of Jesus Christ.

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