Sunday, November 30, 2014

Poem: "Poem for Christ the King" by Pamela Cranstons

See how this homeless babe lifted
himself down into his humble Crèche 
and laid his tender glove 
of skin against that splintered wood – 
found refuge in that rack 
of raspy straw – home 
on that chilly dawn, in sweetest 
silage those shriven stalks.

See how this outcast King lifted 
himself high upon his savage Cross, 
extended the regal banner 
of his bones, draping himself 
upon his throne – his battered feet, 
his wounded hands not fastened 
there by nails but sewn 
by the strictest thorn of Love.

The Anglican, Vol. 34, No.4, October 2005