Not yet the visitation in the night:
children are marking time.
Not yet the promise of Messiah's might -
O come, O come!
Not yet the birth. The crucible of her love,
through the last month's frustrations
must nourish the unborn with essence of
The dream dies in plundered peasant eyes,
and she will watch him grow
sick of the waiting game and set to seize
the Not-yet now.
She it is will at last give him the cue,
conspiring to arrange
that he, before his coming out is due,
should take the plunge.
Now rumour of God's rule is in the air.
He, knowing the Father near,
is rash enough to live as if it were
Other such fools who follow from the first,
though faithless and impure,
he welcomes, since forgiveness also must
He'll pay for it; and they will stop pretending.
When make-believe has died,
then they will find the awaited Future standing
at their side.