It's been too long - life took precedence over blogging or even pretty much anything non-essential. Anyway, here is a poem for Advent, not one I'm using for church, but well worth a read...
In the Days of Ceasar by Waldo William tr. Rown Williams
In the days of Caesar
By Waldo Williams, translated Rowan Williams
In the days of Caesar, when his subjects went to be reckoned,
there was a poem made, too dark for him (naive with power)
to read
It was a bunch of shepherds who discovered
in Bethlehem of Judah, the great music beyond reason and
reckoning:
shepherds, the sort of folk who leave the ninety-nine behind
so as to bring the stray back home, dawning toward cock-crow,
the birthday of the Lamb of God, shepherd of mortals.
Well, little people, and my nation, can you see
The secret buried in you, that no Caesar ever captures in his lists?
Will not the shepherd come to fetch us in our desert,
Gathering us in to give us birth again, weaving us into one
In a song heard in the sky over Bethlehem?
He seeks us out as wordhoard for his workmanship, the laureate
of heaven
May God bless us with poetry and prose to warm our hearts and refresh our souls.
