On Blackest Night: A Christmas Poem


On blackest night the Babe was born
Amidst dancing shadows not far away
That first breath, a single cry
Early dawn, a brand new day

Joyful tears, gasps of relief
Seen on humble mother’s face
One first hug, one first kiss
Early dawn, a brand new day

Years go by, glad tidings cease
To piercing sword give way
O precious Child, with cross now nigh
Darkness clouds once-festive day

Thus blackest night that Babe did die
Amidst taunting shadows not far away
A final breath, a single cry
Giving way, a brand new day

On Blackest Night
(c) Copyright 2010 by Matthew R. St. John