December 24, 2019 - August 26, 2020

in all our silent Bethlehems

asleep within their lonely darks

hope seems vainly occupied

to wait for Who has come

in comfort coddled softly warm

devoid of life, of flame, of joy

we look for spark at last ignite

the flame our fear has doused

yet we do not run as shepherds did

when by angelic host encouraged

sped their way to David’s town

rejoiced to greet the Lord of hope

nor worship we as magi would

wandering far over starlit sands

past palace fair to humble home

devoted whole to new born King