It was a time like this,
War & tumult of war,
a horror in the air.
Hungry yawned the abyss
yet there came the star
and the child most wonderfully there.
It was a time like this
of fear & lust for power,
license & greed and blight
yet the Prince of bliss
came into the darkest hour...
-M. L'Engle
War & tumult of war,
a horror in the air.
Hungry yawned the abyss
yet there came the star
and the child most wonderfully there.
It was a time like this
of fear & lust for power,
license & greed and blight
yet the Prince of bliss
came into the darkest hour...
-M. L'Engle
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And in a time like this
how celebrate his birth
when all things fall apart?
Ah! Wonderful it is:
with no room on the earth,
the stable is our heart.
(Just wanted to finish the poem.)