This is a time of year for poetry, when we can discover grace by reading with our hearts more than with our minds. This is a favorite poem of mine by award-winning children’s author Madeleine L’Engle. It speaks so well of troubles past, present, and future, and our timeless need for God’s love—and God’s willingness to love us.
The Risk of Birth
This is no time for a child to be born,
With the earth betrayed by war & hate
And a nova lighting the sky to warn
That time runs out & sun burns late.
That was no time for a child to be born,
In a land in the crushing grip of Rome;
Honour & truth were trampled by scorn—
Yet here did the Saviour make his home.
When is the time for love to be born?
The inn is full on the planet earth,
And by greed & pride the sky is torn—
Yet Love still takes the risk of birth.