Christmas

Surrender, sweet Madonna, softly moaned, In the luscious bud the atoms groaned; Skin incandescent, hiding one Most beautiful, euphoric son. Then laughing, knowing, out of sight Beneath the purple roof of night, Beneath a behemoth umbrella sky A host of angels sang on high. The wind crooned as the sweetest flute, A wordless poem stricken mute; Held fragrance fragile, nectarine, Rose on the evening evergreen. The cribs where gurgling babies lay Fell silent, keeping wolves at bay, All breath of infants held and bated, All powerful Gabriel awaited. The wings of pigeons in the straw Unruffled, anchored to the floor; Their heads bowed reverently down To honour he who wore the crown. Like hermit crabs emerging out Of clouds of fast dispersing doubt, The congregation would believe A king was born this hallowed eve. Their spirits soared in setting free, Exalted wild epiphany, They reeled and danced in Heaven's cloud, Most joyous laughter laughed aloud. In giddiness from life and love Fell joy and freedom from above, Remorse thus banished to the past, And beauty, passion ruled at last. Upon this night new hope was born Unto a world of hate and scorn, To loneliness, to fight, to lead, To death, to ultimately bleed. It keeps on truckin' through the age, The story of the saviour sage, Who chased the sun and showed mankind There was a greater good to find. For life laughs with us if we try, Or shuts it's eyes and rushes by If we refuse to help a brother And cease in caring for each other. The rhythm of the heart in words Is poetry with ease unheard, Yet it still strives to illustrate We are not merely slaves of fate. This day we praise his destiny, Vocation-charged like energy, His sacrifice, the gifts he gave, Eternal life beyond the grave. Thus celebrate of all these things That honour, duty, glory brings; To know the meaning of the birth, To know that God has walked the earth.