Impatience – Between Advents

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!


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