A Sleep of Prisoners

A Poem by Christopher Fry

A Sleep of Prisoners - Christopher Fry image

The human heart can go the lengths of God…
Dark and cold we may be, but this
Is no winter now. The frozen misery
Of centuries breaks, cracks, begins to move;
The thunder is the thunder of the floes,
The thaw, the flood, the upstart Spring.

Thank God our time is now when wrong
Comes up to face us everywhere,
Never to leave us till we take
The longest stride of soul men ever took.

Affairs are now soul size.
The enterprise is exploration into God.
Where are you making for? It takes
So many thousand years to wake…
But will you wake, for pity’s sake?

A Sleep of Prisoners - image Christopher Fry
Christopher Fry

Christopher Fry (1907 – 2005) was an English playwright (visit Wikipedia to find out more), and further described in his obituary (in The Guardian), appropriately as a Christian humanist playright – which this poem testifies to.

The portrait of Christopher Fry is by the artist June Mendoza. Check out Portrait Painting in Oil With June Mendoza OBE RP ROI

 

 

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2 thoughts on “A Sleep of Prisoners – Christopher Fry

  • 09/11/2016 at 14:55
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    Hello
    I would love to share ‘The Sleep Of Prisoners’ in our community magazine. Can you tell me who to ask for permission?
    Thank you

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    • 09/11/2016 at 15:45
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      Hello Dürten
      Precisely – who do you ask!?
      It is a while since I put up this post. We were beset with the same problem. I decided to go ahead and post it anyhow as it helped to spread the word and as my partner (Annie Locke) knew Christopher Fry. We did get permission from June Mendoza to use a photo of her gorgeous painting. Best I can offer.

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