Christ The King (Malcolm Guite)

Bij Christus Koning


Glas-in-loodraam boven de ingang van de Agneskerk in Amsterdam


Christ The King
Mathew 25: 31-46

Our King is calling from the hungry furrows
Whilst we are cruising through the aisles of plenty,
Our hoardings screen us from the man of sorrows,
Our soundtracks drown his murmur: ‘I am thirsty’.
He stands in line to sign in as a stranger
And seek a welcome from the world he made,
We see him only as a threat, a danger,
He asks for clothes, we strip-search him instead.
And if he should fall sick then we take care
That he does not infect our private health,
We lock him in the prisons of our fear
Lest he unlock the prison of our wealth.
But still on Sunday we shall stand and sing
The praises of our hidden Lord and King.


Malcolm Guite (Ibanda, 12 november 1957)
Ibadan, Nigeria. Methodistenkerk. Malcolm Guite werd geboren in Ibadan.


Zie voor de schrijvers van de 20e november ook mijn vorige blog van vandaag.