Advent=Coming

A poem for Christmas by Rowan Williams (the Archbishop of Canterbury). I think you can tell a lot about a theologian by his/her eyebrows, William's has eyebrows that must be taken seriously.

"Advent Calendar," Rowan Williams

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.