One day, God walked in, pale from the grey steppe,
slit-eyed against the wind, and stopped,
said, Colour me, breathe your blood into my mouth.
I said, Here is the blood of all our people,
these are their bruises, blue and purple,
gold, brown, and pale green wash of death.
These (god) are the chromatic pains of flesh,
I said, I trust I shall make you blush,
O I shall stain you with the scars of birth
For ever, I shall root you in the wood,
under the sun shall bake you bread
of beechmast, never let you forth
To the white desert, to the starving sand.
But we shall sit and speak around
one table, share one food, one earth.
Rowan Douglas Williams, Baron Williams of Oystermouth (born 1950) Wales
Source: South Newbury, St George, St John and St Michael
From: After Silent Centuries, Rowan Williams,The Perpetua Press, Oxford, 1994
slit-eyed against the wind, and stopped,
said, Colour me, breathe your blood into my mouth.
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I said, Here is the blood of all our people,
these are their bruises, blue and purple,
gold, brown, and pale green wash of death.
These (god) are the chromatic pains of flesh,
I said, I trust I shall make you blush,
O I shall stain you with the scars of birth
For ever, I shall root you in the wood,
under the sun shall bake you bread
of beechmast, never let you forth
To the white desert, to the starving sand.
But we shall sit and speak around
one table, share one food, one earth.
Rowan Douglas Williams, Baron Williams of Oystermouth (born 1950) Wales
Source: South Newbury, St George, St John and St Michael
From: After Silent Centuries, Rowan Williams,The Perpetua Press, Oxford, 1994
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