A pre-Advent poem for Christ the King
The flag
I did not come with fire and flood,
but with tender fingertips,
in flesh and squalling hunger
biting through your resignation,
splitting hearts and breaking glory
down into its humblest parts,
to clots of water; born in blood,
I came wrapped in a caul, torn
shadow of that crown of thorns,
no weapon but humility,
a hostage to humanity,
no slogan but a baby’s cry,
no banner but a swaddling cloth
hung out in the sun to dry.
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About Rosalind C Hughes
Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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