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Just learned this poem... Refugee We think of him as safe beneath the steeple, Or cosy in a crib beside the font, But he is with a million displaced people On the long road of weariness and want. For even as we sing out final carol His family is up and on that road, Fleeing the wrath of someone elses quarrel, Glancing behind and shouldering their load. Whilst Herod ranges still from his dark tower, Christ clings to Mary, fingers tightly curled, The lambs are slaughtered by the men of power, And death squads spread their curse across the world. But every Herod dies, and comes alone To stand before the Lamb upon the throne. From Sounding the Seasons - Seventy Sonnets for the Christian Year by Malcolm Guite
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 23:44:05 +0000

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