Preparing: The Coming

In preparing for a week of prayer at the church, I came across this poem.  It is one that I have read before and it touches me each time with an awareness of Jesus’s incredible love for our fallen world.

The Coming

R. S. Thomas,   Wales, 1913 –.


And God held in his hand

A small globe.  Look, he said,

The son looked.  Far off,

As through water, he saw

A scorched land of fierce

Colour.  The light burned

There; crusted buildings

Cast their shadows; a bright

Serpent, a river

Uncoiled itself, radiant

With slime.

                   On a bare

Hill a bare tree saddened

The sky.  Many people

Held out their thin arms

To it, as though waiting

For a vanished April

To return to its crossed

Boughs.  The son watched

Them.  Let me go there, he said.



R. Atwan, G. Dardess, P. Rosenthal, (eds)  Divine Inspiration  The Life of Jesus in World Poetry, Oxford University Press, 1998 , p. 7


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