Gentle He Came, Gentle He Went

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Yet gentle he came, gentle he went,
Born of the virgin meek and mild.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Yet gentle he preached, ‘Blessed, blessed,
Blessed be the meek and blessed be the merciful.’

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Yet gentle he stooped and spat, the dust
Now mud. Tender his healing, the blind now sees.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Yet gentle the breaking of bread, blessing of cup,
In the company of friends, though enemies.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Yet gentle he healed the pierced, bloodied ear
And to his own, ‘Put away your sword.’

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Yet gentle he came, gentle he went before
His accusers, a foolish silence he kept.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Yet gentle, arms spread open on the cross, in love
Enveloping the violent rage of a world gone mad.

Yes, yes, do go gentle into that good night.
Pelagius rages at the dying of the light.
The Light of the world goes out gentle and true.
The psalmist writes, Salvation belongs to our God.

One Reply to “Gentle He Came, Gentle He Went”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s