After all we have done and left undone, after joy, after grief, after unbelief, after wrapping paper scattered on floor, after food is gone or stashed away, after conversations thrive or starve, after bombs are thrown and names are known, after fire and flood, after duties done, after every going down of Sun, the darkness still has not overcome, the darkness will not overcome.
What did you expect when you came to see
The baby, all wrapped in swaddling bands?
A king, mighty, radiant in glory?
A beaming cherubim, good will in his hands?
Did you come to bow or to learn or be
Affirmed by all that you saw? Herod bore
No risks; and the heavens were certain that He
Was exactly the one wise men had looked for.
This only shows half of the truth. Alpha,
Omega, the Word in His world, the Light
At the core of all being; the Morning Star
Who speaks, and it is; the Father’s delight…
What child is this, you ask? I will tell you:
The one the teeming universe calls to.