Here’s
a poem for Advent or Christmas from Pamela Cranston (2011). It was posted on the
Journey with Jesus website.
Poem: An Open Door
(On A Theme by Dietrich Bonhoeffer)
(On A Theme by Dietrich Bonhoeffer)
Look
how long
the weary world waited,
locked in its lonely cell,
guilty as a prisoner.
the weary world waited,
locked in its lonely cell,
guilty as a prisoner.
As
you can imagine,
it sang and whistled in the dark.
It hoped. It paced and puttered about,
tidying its little piles of inconsequence.
it sang and whistled in the dark.
It hoped. It paced and puttered about,
tidying its little piles of inconsequence.
It
wept from the weight of ennui,
draped like shackles on its wrists.
It raged and wailed against the walls
of its own plight.
draped like shackles on its wrists.
It raged and wailed against the walls
of its own plight.
But
there was nothing
the world could do
to find its own freedom.
The door was shut tight.
the world could do
to find its own freedom.
The door was shut tight.
It
could only be opened
from the outside.
from the outside.
Who
could believe the latch
would be turned by a pink flower —
the tiny hand
of a newborn baby?
would be turned by a pink flower —
the tiny hand
of a newborn baby?
~
copyright © by Pamela Cranston, 2011. Posted on Journey
with Jesus. http://www.journeywithjesus.net/
