“He comes to make
his blessings flow
Far as the curse is found”
Where has the curse
not touched or spoiled?
Where are his blessings bound?
Pestilence, thorns
Pollution and greed
Infest and choke
the farmer’s soil
With tired movements
against high currents
The table set with toil
Disease, calamity
Disaster, apathy
Have brought
So manly low
WHile grasping greed
manipulating hate
Steal lives and ruin homes
“There is no peace on earth”
I said
And sang it for a spell
For even those
who suffer least-
The plight of death knows well
For blessings of
The coming Lord
THe rebel world does spin
These bonds he breaks
Like fragile clay
And heals all who turn to him
Heal our land,
Forgive and mend our greed
The joyful voice resounds:
“He comes to make
his blessings flow
Far as the curse is found”
The rest of the poems from Rusten Harris’s Advent series on Moss Kingdom:
Incarnation, Christmas Eve, Kings, Some Kind of Glory, Chains, Gifts, Quotidian Couple, A Thousand Lights, Eve & Mary, Treasured Up, Christmas, Winter Staves, The Glorias, Cherubim, Joseph, Strange Redeemer, Womb, Magi, Temple Trough, Advent, Lord’s Day, Far as the Curse is Found, Jubilee, The Massacre of the Innocents, Liturgical Time
Other Advent poems on Moss Kingdom:
December 21: an Advent poem for the Winter Solstice, Of Edmund and Aslan, Tiptoe Hope, The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats