stillness like unto nothingness:
gently touching like a soft-dissolving snowflake,
whispering as do the trees amidst the wintry breeze:
freeze-framing as though ice bound,
it permeates the being,
sets aside the cares, and shares
the mystery, the magic, the wonderment
of the dawn.
In some amazing hope haven
faith filled seconds
expand to magnify a sigh of empathy
and the world stops:
takes a deep, deep breath of divinity,
holds the image of a humble baby
rejoices in the miracle of birth,
the wonder of the earth,
the beauty of Love
Acknowledging that God above
is also God within.
So one's essential core, the self, is found
and held within the mystery,
the magic of the day.
Though oh so brief it be,
for just a little while
humanity's eyes are fixed upon this child.
And this simple story rounds another year.
The snowflakes disappear,
and ice melts,
wintry winds blow hot and cold
until another Christmas comes
and the story is re-told.
Yet, in the history of human progress
it is an astounding truth to see,
that every year
we call again the image of this baby.
Perhaps God knows
we need these hope filled seconds.
And as in human hearts they seem to grow:
a fairer, more loving world beckons,
than that which stood a thousand years ago.
And His name shall be called " Emmanuel"
....... God with us.