On BLACKEST NIGHT

On blackest night the Babe was born

Amidst dancing shadows 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

Next
Next

Twirling Girl: A Christmas Poem