| The Flight to Egypt |  |
| By Thomas Merton (1944) | |||
| Friday, 26 August 2011 | |||
| Through every precinct of the wintry city Squadroned iron resounds upon the streets; Herod’s police Make shudder the dark steps of the tenements At the business about to be done. Neither look back upon Thy starry country, Nor hear what rumors crowd across the dark Where the blood runs down those holy walls, Nor frame a childish blessing with Thy hand Towards that fiery spiral of exulting souls! Go, Child of God, upon the singing desert, Where, with eyes of flame, The roaming lion keeps Thy road from harm.
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