Friday, December 4, 2015

How Long the Weary World Waited

ADVENT (On A Theme by Dietrich Bonhoeffer)
by Pamela Cranston
Look how long

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 wept from the weight of ennui,

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.
It could only be opened

from the outside. 
Who could believe the latch

would be turned by a pink flower —

the tiny hand of a newborn baby?