The Gift
Silently falls the crystalized mist,
Sparkling wonders on this solstice eve,
Backdrop for celestial candles, a sky,
Of soundless depth, and velvet ease,
The soft glowing hearts of those who await,
The welcome arrival of Peace to our sod,
The promise that death will be given his fate,
As our atmosphere cradles the infant Son; God.
Humbled, humanity in unison bows,
To welcome redemption to the shore of her sphere,
Shepherds worship with livestock and kingdoms of men,
Angels breathlessly silent, their heart's song to hear.
Thorns laid for lambs, hold gently the Crown,
That one day will hold the thorns meant for me,
Torn linen covering the Lamb's flesh Divine,
Heralds the veil torn, as He sets mankind free.
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Copyright © Yvonne Evanoff | Year Posted 2011
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