Children of Light (Tuesday in Holy Week)

           Arise, little ones.
Though in your smallness you cannot see
Beyond the faint horizon:
 
He comes, he comes,
Across the seas,
Bearing light upon his brow.
 
To those despised deeply,
Abhorred by the world,
He comes bearing folly, to weaken the wise;
 
He sweeps the vast coastlands,
His mouth is a sword,
Yet he will not lift his voice.
 
And silently he falls to soil,
A kernel, broken, to spread its seed
And bring in a harvest of plenty.
 
           Arise, little ones:
He takes in the weak, beleaguered and small
And makes them children of light.

Published by Matthew Pullar

Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.

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