Religious Christmas Poems | Examples
These Religious Christmas poems are examples of Christmas poems about Religious. These are the best examples of Christmas Religious poems written by international poets.
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midnight frost whispers,
shepherds gasp—sky torn by gold~
a cry melts the dark
The angels did not sing. Not at first.
Their silence split the sky like frost on stone,
a pause between the star’s slow burst
and the breath that would become the song.
Noel, they’d say, but first—the dark,
the shepherd’s fire gnawing at the night,
the lamb’s pulse quick beneath his palm,
the weight of wool, the itch of straw,
the way a man might kneel
without knowing why.
Then~
the air grown thick with wings,
the cry like wine poured from a height,
the name that broke the nameless dark:
Noel, Noel, the root, the spark,
the falling, catching, light.
Now we hum it, clean and bright,
but the first Noel was half a scream~
the sound a world makes when it tears
and finds the seam is lined with gold.
Every year, people of a humble community living in the 88th Street of Bangkulasi are gathered inside a church. And each year, eighty-eight candles are being litted by children with disability, kids with less than ten fingers and very few assisted kids with no natural fingers at all.
One purpose of lighting the candles is for Thanksgiving. And again on or before Christmas Day before the end of the year.
There are eighty-eight sticks in a standard piano -- 88 tones being played and heard by churchgoers, participants and volunteers as they sing the church hymns.
The eighty-eight litted candles can represent many other things, depending on how people see and interpret things around them.
One child asked the priest, "Of all numbers, why '88' ?"
A BUDDHIST CHRISTMAS
December date as now revised
There are lights hung on trees
Bodhi and Christmas Dharma
Jesus’ teachings are respected
Only messiah status is rejected
With a clear goodwill Karma
A difference only by degrees
Yet mutual courtesy is advised
Christmas yet a month away,
our five year old already
buttering-up the spirit --
just in case God don't
hear it, he runs gifts by dad
and mom, is beginning to
sense a sleigh connection --
Of course, mom and dad
instead of great wealth,
pray for divine protection,
a share of good health;
pray for world peace, that all
awakened soul's continue to
seek ever higher enlightened
worth~
With Christ, a greater sense of kinship
humanity's precious rebirth....
Fall is breathing its dying breaths
and a chill settles deeper into the air.
The first flakes of snow have dusted the ground
leaving the world glimmering,
starlight reflecting off each crystal
and casting a beautifully eerie glow.
Nighttime silence is unbroken
save for the sound of my surreptitious breaths,
which cloud in front of me as they’re slowly released.
I can sense God here.
An all-encompassing presence that fills the emptiness with calm
despite the uncertain shadows lining the ground.
For a moment, just a moment,
(I refuse to allow myself longer),
I am not alone,
and I take comfort in His grace
until I’m greeted inside by the laughter of my family
and the warm glow of the fireplace.
This I can be certain is real,
this tangible, palpable love.
This is what I’ll live with my heart set on.
Where I land in the end is known only
to the holy adjudicator.
But as my mother’s love is enduring and unconditional
(unlike His, daily damning innocents and the joyously enamored),
I choose to establish my acts within such power
rather than living by divine ideal.
Christ was not born on Christmas Day.
The date was set aside by they
over whom god Mithra held sway.
They hallowed it as his birthday.
Let not dispute about the day,
Distract from Christ in any way.
That He was born, the truth is clear.
His birth we celebrate with cheer.
Divine implant in a virgin womb,
Jesus, like a lily, would soon bloom.
The Son of God, born in an inn,
to save man from the curse of sin.
An angel choir sang “Peace on earth,”
the night of Christ our Savior’s birth.
The gift of life, that in Christ dwells,
is what we Christians celebrate.
For Adam’s sin brought death to man,
but God already had a plan.
Jesus, the gulf sin caused, would span,
and purchase salvation for man.
This is what Christmas is about,
and that is a good reason to shout.
Not just on Christmas Day each year,
But each day we see the sun appear.
Seldom now, but once popular,
carnal Feast of Adam and Eve.
A Christian tale, if you believe,
spun, no doubt, by a gospeler.
Late December, Mystery Play –
downfall, the original sin.
Played on stage, moral tale to spin,
a day both frightening and gay.
Reenactment of solemn scene
was surely presented well-posed.
Original sin, acts exposed,
with performances now obscene.
Paradise Tree prettified strung
with roses, lit candles, and sweets.
Apples and wafers, tasty treats,
all upon the bare tree were hung.
O, Tannenbaum, I may believe
this festival, your lasting fame,
the current Christmas Tree became,
that we adorn on Christmas Eve.
Written 17 December 2023
Spirit of Christmas Season
With the coming Christmas Season
That hails birth of His Unique Son
Let there be no flimsy reason
For dearth of real compassion.
Let hearts of compassionate souls.
With the coming Christmas Season,
Melt with caring love as a whole
For those a meal cannot fashion.
A humble gift is no treason
To offer to those in need
With the coming Christmas Season,
But is a noble deed, indeed.
Let us all serve as instruments
Of love, grace, care and compassion
The Divine Grace to implement
With the coming Christmas Season.
Oh come, oh come into the darkened night
look up with open eyes of adoration
trace the shaft, a perfect radiant light ~
journey to humanities salvation.
Oh come, look up, where angels host the stars,
below, a manger lies, swaddled in birth,
a prophecy born to rise above czars;
Emanuel descended to cleanse the Earth.
All "Glory be to God in the Highest"
bring "Peace on Earth" and "Tidings of Goodwill"
blessed, redeemed in grace, revered and pious;
we accept 'the word', His promise to fulfill.
Oh come, oh come into a silent night,
born to free us, from sin and human plight.
* Published on-line at spillwords.com / Dec. 15, 2023
Once a wokness held my thoughts, i know it now
By the name much taught..' I wore its form and
Mores; its style' unbeknown to so many i carresed
Its wiles..' a hard religious mould created. i was
Aloof and distant, yet most frustrated.' I wanted
Perfection i rehersed the steps..I conversed with the
Devil.?? On better or worse, I blamed the Lord i
Harboured hate, for I was better; and undeserving a
Fate..Of walking with the unclean horde; of so many
Witless, all in full discord.' I didn't; wouldn't look for
Hope, its very essence i regarded a hoax, i was i guess
A lukewarm man? despised of God, the great ( I Am )
Whose greatness cloaked in humble form persevered
To the finish on splintered boards who ate with sinners
And healed the lame gave sight and hope the eternal
Kind..Who walked beside me, no doubt for years.' To
Take away my angst and fear the sense of right' that i'd
Created False and godlike, and with such berated the
Very people, day and night who needed Love that the world
Can't know.' and instead of such much dissention sows.'
There are two ways to look at Christmas,
Even for those who are not religious,
There is the plus side,
And the minus side,
The plus side is always the right one,
The minus side is always the wrong one,
For recharging batteries so, you can join in the fun,
Before another year is done,
As it may be your last chance,
To go the distance,
And be grateful,
For a plate that is full,
Enough to share,
With others whose cupboards are bare.
The sky is well-lighted with bright stars
The streets are littered with shiny cars
The motorists are playing Xmas carols
The children are excited ‘cause Mr. Claus
Papa Noel is coming in person tonight
To bring toys to boys who did not fight
This year and gifts to girls and gals
Who have been good all year long
Let's sing along, let's sing this song
Peace to the World, Love to the Universe
Like Nat King Cole; there is no need to rehearse.
Copyright © December,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
The quietness stood still
On this peaceful and calm night
In the distance bells tinkling are heard
Snowflakes fall softly and sing a silent wintry song
The white flakes drift amidst a mysterious dark sky
Sparkling bits of lights pop among an enormous darkness
Lights displayed for the heart to play with
Along with the brilliant beaming moon that bathes the landscape
Snowflakes pile on everything and everyone
In the awesome dark a north star shines brightly
I am not a religious person
But I know He is there
The bells of Christmas loudly ring
declaring Christ, the Savior’s birth
with angels’ choir, they join to sing
announcing God’s descent to earth.
The bells of Christmas gladly ring
proclaiming peace has come to earth
through Christ who came goodwill to bring
and dying offer man new birth.
The bells of Christmas sadly ring
foreseeing that the chosen race
would reject Christ their Lord and king
spurning his love and saving grace.
Hear the bells of Christmas ringing
to us hope and healing bringing.
Christ from heaven condescending
saving grace to us extending.
Soon the bells of heaven will ring
when Christ from earth his children bring
then her gates wide open will fling
to welcome saints, while angels sing.