Tuesday, November 30, 2010

1973 Christmas Poem

It was quiet
Or almost quiet
The angel choir had left the skies
And the shepherds were yet
Some distance from the town
The earth for one moment was still
It was as if
Even the trees in the orchard
Were straining to hear him
And even the rocks in the street
That should have screamed with pain
From the travelers of the day
Held back their rumblings
For one tiny cry
The world had been touched
And was yet waiting
Waiting to know
That the vigil
Which the entire universe had kept
Ever since Adam
Was finally to be broken
And that once more
Man and God could talk
And that their conversation
Would never cease
For the Son was born

- 30 November 1973

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