Friday, December 24, 2010

Christmas Poem


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


Mobile Discos said...

Beautiful Post Merry Christmas

Karen Schravemade said...

wow... beautiful.

Latayne C Scott said...

Thank you, Mobile and Karen. May God give you peace today.

Wendy Paine Miller said...

This poem tucks me in.

I love it.

So many great lines like this: Exhausted with exulting!

~ Wendy