Sunday, October 16, 2016

Nach Canossa Gehen - poem

Lawrence Hall


Nach Canossa Gehen


Everyone stands in the snow at Canossa

Not all at the same time, but eventually,

Alone, barefoot and alone, in the snow

Knocking on a door, for three days or more


A bare-headed, self-shaming penitent

Cold, hungry, shrouded in an exile’s shift

And fearful, hopeful, desperate for admittance

To mercy undeserved, and love, and peace


The door will open eventually, but first

Each man must stand in the snow at Canossa

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