A Christmas Poem

How marvellous indeed,

How sorely we all need,

To be reminded of that mystery:

Of our Mother’s pure Virginity

Giving birth to the saving Word

Of beauty unseen, of wisdom unheard,

Until Transcendence unspeakable,

Became Immanence irresistible:

Emmanuel–God with us here and now,

Let us cry for joy and humbly bow,

Before the Mother and her Child,

By Original Sin undefiled,

Awestruck by their saving Grace,

In whose aura evil has no place,

Unless we in our stupidity,

Remove that supreme mystery,

Embedded in the depths of our humanity:

The grace of infinite receptivity,

And turn instead to vain desire,

Plunging headlong into raging fire,

And so we choose to go to hell again,

Turning from the Lord and our true gain,

Pridefully we opt for self and thus for awful pain,

Moving into realms of sin,

Forgetting our divine origin,

But our Sweet Lord will certainly relent,

If unto Him with all we are we do repent,

And sing with joy, with all our heart,

Thanking Him for His Sacred Art,

By which a new-born Babe bestows Beatitude,

Giving us contentment perpetually renewed,

Inspiring us with happiness in ceaseless gratitude.

~.The Green Knight.~