Joy in the Morning

A Christmas poem

Photo by Isaac Quesada on Unsplash

In shame

Mary bore the stigma,

with blessing

the child conceived.

With tears of joy

she faced his coming;

at his death,

she wept bereaved.

He was born,

it was a magic moment;

He was torn

and the earth grieved.

He was born

and the earth stood still,

He was torn

and the earth heaved.

Only some

in the manger saw him;

Only some

at the cross believed.

He had said

you will not be orphans;

Promise gave;

I will never leave.

Then in power

He broke the chains of darkness,

born anew

in all who him received.