A Seasonal Thought for The Week
As Thanksgiving recedes and Christmas approaches, this poem, one of my favorites, seems appropriate:
Christ Ran Stumbling
Lord Rector, University of Edinburgh
Christ ran stumbling down the street
on little twisted feet;
small blue hands over the place
where someone had bruised his face.
His starved, thin body shook with tears
and quick short gasps of fear.
Bitter the December day,
streets and sky an equal gray;
no brightness, but the neoned pub
where city men with Christmas grin
forgetfully went out and in.
When did we see you? folks will say,
at the last day.