2 December 2020
Advent Calendar
He will come like last
leaf’s fall.
One night when the
November wind
has flayed the trees
to 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 on 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
child.
Rowan Williams, Archbishop of Canterbury
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