christmas thoughts

on the fourth eve of Christmas

the night is cold for you inside that hill,
and above you the indigo with stars is filled.
expectant, looking down they gaze unblinking;
those bodies this moment relinquish their twinkling.
the king of the heavens and the earth
stoops to mankind, sacrificing his worth.
oh savior of this race what is on your mind?
your mother sees your face so innocent, untried.
all the wisdom of creation in so tiny a frame;
all the love of the Godhead lay resting in the hay.

resting. before you take your homeless journey
to accomplish the work impossible for me.
a journey that leads to places so lonely;
yet you find the infinite communion of the Trinity.
your face, it shows the weathering of trial;
yet inward your innocence remains unspotted.
now on the cross your eyes shout towards heaven;
the sky, ashamed, retreats behind the blanket of grey.
all the wisdom of creation in so dejected a state;
all the love of the Godhead made the object of hate.