Christmas Poem 2010





Two days ago was the coming of the great light

The coming of herders

The coming of angels

The coming of the Child

In ratcheting pain,

In water and blood,

In relief and peace.


Above, the star still blasts the stable roof

A white hot light

That has bleached out all the others


She stirs in the shadows cast

By starlight through ceiling slits

Everyone snores, even the cattle

Exhausted with exulting


All is still

All is bright


This, then

Is the fullness of time:

An unwitting world does not know it has waited,

A baby moves tiny lips and does not know He hungers.


This, then

Is the fullness of breasts:

A young girl wonders,

And aches with milk that has not yet let down.


Latayne C. Scott

© 2010

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