Advent Calendar, Rowan Williams

by Richard on November 28, 2010

He will come like last leaf’s fall.
One night when the November wind
has flayed the trees to the bone, and earth
wakes choking on the mould,
the soft shroud’s folding.

He will come like frost.
One morning when the shrinking earth
opens to mist, to find itself
arrested in the net
of alien, sword-set beauty.

He will come like dark.
One evening when the bursting red
December sun draws up the sheet
and penny-masks its eye to yield
the star-snowed fields of sky.

He will come, will come,
will come like crying in the night,
like blood, like breaking,
as the earth writhes to toss him free.
He will come like a child.

This has been blogged here before, it’s true. But even I, philistine that I am, can recognize that it is worth repeating.

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Sarah 11.28.10 at 9:35 pm

It is indeed Richard. As coincidence would have it, I just found it today in the depths of my inbox, from a service we did back in 2007.. I might just use it in my service next weekend!


John Cooper 12.01.10 at 9:52 pm

Good stuff from the ABC


Al 12.05.10 at 10:01 pm


As far as I’m concerned, this is a nice poem from a man who has lost his honour and credibility. Friend of Dr Jeffrey John, when it was convenient, but then far friendlier with African Anglican supporters of homosexual murder laws. Or not. Who knows?


Tony Buglass 12.06.10 at 9:25 am

I suggest he’s still a friend of Jeffrey John, as well as remaining in fellowship with the Africans. It’s hard being a Christian, when you find yourself in the middle ground, holding out a hand of fellowship in both directions, and being shot at from both sides.

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