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This is no time for a child to be born,
With the Earth betrayed by war and hate
And a comet slashing the sky to warn
That time runs out and the sun burns late.
That was no time for a child to be born
In a land in the crushing grip of Rome;
Honor and 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 planet earth,
And by a comet the sky is torn—
Yet Love still takes the risk of birth.
Madeleine L’Engle (1918–2007)
Previous Advent posts:
2003: A Christmas Carol
2004: Christmas Morning
2005: Greetings to one and all
2006: Rock of Ages
2007: Angel
2008: In the Bleak Midwinter
