By Madeleine L’Engle
He did not wait till the world was ready,
till men and nations were at peace
He came when the Heavens were unsteady
and prisoners cried out for release.
He did not wait for the perfect time.
He came when the need was deep and great.
He dined with sinners in all their grime,
turned water into wine. He did not wait
till hearts were pure. In joy he came
to a tarnished world of sin and doubt.
To a world like ours, of anguished shame
He came, and his Light would not go out.
He came to a world which did not mesh,
to heal its tangles, shield its scorn.
In the mystery of the Word made Flesh
the Maker of the stars was born.
We cannot wait till the world is sane
to raise our songs with joyful voice,
for to share our grief, to touch our pain,
He came with Love: Rejoice! Rejoice!
For the past month I’ve been in a strange mood. I have been feeling pensive. Perhaps it’s because winter has come and I’m missing the sun, perhaps it’s other things that I can’t quite articulate. Whatever it is it’s been taking me to the dark places. But darkness shows the stars* and stargazing is one of my favourite things.
Anyway, here is a poem to make you sad and a picture of trees to make you happy.
I am caged in by expectations,
Shackled by hopes and dreams.
My present and my future are planned;
My ending written.
I am artificial intelligence.
I speak the words encoded in my DNA.
I am the you you saw yourself to be –
A poor imitation of your aspirations.
We are entwined.
I am you.
I am nobody.
* The book For Darkness Shows the Stars by Diana Peterfreund is a really great Persuasion (Jane Austen) retelling.