Advent by Christopher Villiers
Another advent waiting for a star
To shine our way to Bethlehem, unwind
The tangled web of will, the gate unbar
To paradise now and a fresh vow bind.
Another year full of empty foolings,
Life wasted solemnly in dull pursuits
Of what shall follow us under grave’s rulings,
Its posing importance hard death refutes.
Can Christ be born in this? Can Christ be born
In our hearts stable? Amid dung and straw?
Is there room for Christ in me? New life sworn
So long ago, is it still new, still law?
God’s naked screaming love be born in me
Again, sweet child, uncurse old Adam’s tree.
© Christopher Villiers