A Christmas Poem

The single star in a winter night of spangled sky
Drawing over the hill, oblique to the east.
Pointing to the landed infant king,
Begetting all, liberation from sin’s dark beast.


Sage travelers pass gifts to God in flesh,
Holy gifting in piety for such eternal life.
From afar they carried their bearing
To set before the Lord who shuns world’s strife.


Docile men of the fields shepherding their cares.
Alerted by light and chorus’ great voice,
Expended fear now brings such blessings,
Through angels’ strong cry that they are God’s choice.


A young girl selected as Heaven’s spiritual womb.
The lineage of David, though seed of God’s story,
Brings Himself into the world of His creation;
And manifests salvation through a crimson glory.


Oh, Herod from his vaporous throne calls for blood
Of those innocent ones feared threatening that haunted fox.
His tortured heart bleeds his dark soul dry unto dust
While declaring power over God’s chosen flocks


Sweeping lights from Heaven for scholars, father;
On purity of mother and safety afar of manger bed,
And to the wisest of those travelers who trusted King.
Sought a path not known to Herod’s dread


Oh… Adeste Fidelis