Monday, 23 January 2017
Here is the little door
The following is a poem is written by the wife of G.K.Chesterton whom I have discovered was a poet in her own right. As well as the one below Frances also wrote the carol "How far is it to Bethlehem?" which is one of my favourites.
The following is an Epiphany Carol which tells of the arrival of the wise men and the gifts they bring. The 'little door' is not so much a reference to the house where Jesus was staying (Matthew 2:11) but as the the way to come near to meet Jesus, which is humbly.
Here is the little door, lift up the latch, oh lift!
We need not wander more but enter with our gift;
Our gift of finest gold,
Gold that was never bought nor sold;
Myrrh to be strewn about his bed;
Incense in clouds about his head;
All for the Child who stirs not in his sleep.
But holy slumber holds with ass and sheep.
Bend low about his bed, for each he has a gift;
See how his eyes awake, lift up your hands, O lift!
For gold, he gives a keen-edged sword
(Defend with it Thy little Lord!),
For incense, smoke of battle red.
Myrrh for the honoured happy dead;
Gifts for his children terrible and sweet,
Touched by such tiny hands and
Oh such tiny feet.
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