Twirling Girl: A Christmas Poem

Dust swirling ‘round diminutive feet

Broom brushing dust away

Calmly singing, twirling girl

Found unsuspecting, today

All alone she was, she thought

Tending to homey tasks

A presence, a light, peace with fright

Cherubic voice; she gasps

A message bold to simple girl

From Eternity into Time

God in flesh, born to die

Contented womb, the sign

Dust swirling ‘round diminutive feet

Broom brushing dust away

Merrily singing, twirling girl

Found with Child, today

(c) Copyright 2006 by Matthew R. St. John