Lawrence Hall
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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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