Coming Leaving Coming

Christmas poem

A Christmas poem

Coming Leaving Coming


In swaddling clothes
with stable scent
He came to earth
through tear of flesh
  trace of blood
  his mother’s twist of pain

In swaddling garments
with spice scent
He left the earth
through tear of flesh
  trace of blood
  his Father’s twist of pain

Clothed in clouds
with heaven’s scent
He will come again
with tear of lightning
  trace of scars
  his triumphal end of pain

Joan Bond


[from Student Leadership journal]