A Christmas Poem

In the run up to Christmas, I thought I would share with you a poem by a writer I like very much, Madeleine L’Engle.


He came, quietly impossible,

Out of a young girl’s womb,

A love as amazingly marvellous,

As his bursting from the tomb.


This child was fully human,

This child was wholly God.

The Hands of All Love fashioned him

Of mortal flesh and bone and blood,


The ordinary so extraordinary

The stars shook in the sky

As the Lord of all the universe

Was born to live, to love, to die.


He came, quietly impossible,

Nothing will never be the same:

Jesus, the Light of every heart-

The God we know by Name.