Poem of the day 53.

I started reading the latest Vorkosigan saga last night. When I finished, I could not find a poem. For the book was about grief, loss, new love, and a hunger for progeny.

For today, I’m going to one of C.S. Lewis’ influences: George MacDonald. More known for his collection of fairy tales.
He has one poem, religious, beautiful, and true.

That Holy Thing

THEY all were looking for a king
To slay their foes and lift them high:
Thou cam’st, a little baby thing
That made a woman cry.

O Son of Man, to right my lot
Naught but Thy presence can avail;
Yet on the road Thy wheels are not,
Nor on the sea Thy sail!

My how or when Thou wilt not heed,
But come down Thine own secret stair,
That Thou mayst answer all my need—
Yea, every bygone prayer.

George MacDonald. 1824–1905