CHRISTMAS POEMS.

Angels have no ID
bracelets on them. No features glow with heavenly delight. Given that their wings are made of feeling, Each flying angel's given to concealing Love's plumage like a rainbow in the night. Shyness cloaks the halos that surround them. After all, the Earth must wait for spring. No angel ever changed the pace of time. Goodness is still tucked away below, Empty as a field asleep in snow, Like iron in the harshness of that clime As God is born in frozen Bethlehem. NATIVITY. Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb, Now leaves His wellbelov'd imprisonment, There He hath made Himself to His intent Weak enough, now into the world to come; But O, for thee, for Him, hath the inn no room? Yet lay Him in this stall, and from the Orient, Stars and wise men will travel to prevent The effect of Herod's jealous general doom. Seest thou, my soul, with thy faith's eyes, how He Which fills all place, yet none holds Him, doth lie? Was not His pity towards thee wondrous high, That would have need to be pitied by thee? Kiss Him, and with Him into Egypt go, With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe.

Can anyone explain the

glow of Christmas? Holidays are candles in the night. Rebirth comes from family and friends In one bright blur of food and talk that ends Still burning as a peaceful inner light. There is no way to substitute for Christmas. Miss it and no circumstance feels right. All my heart's with you, yet I must miss this Season thick with love and rich delight.