Dec. 28, 2012
How much more heartbreak must we all endure
before that Baby, grown into a Man
and baptized, comes again and makes us pure
as He is, as we were when we began?
How much more pain under another’s blows
must we bear even with this lightened yoke?
How long must weeds sprout where the sweet wheat grows,
the sickle silent while the good grains choke?
How many stars must burn out ’til the sky
rolls up like parchment and the dead awake
to look the great Death-Slayer in the eye?
When will His foot smash down to crush that snake?
O come, Emmanuel! Burn off the night
a last with sunrise – set this dark world right!