For some, the cold, like the white moon,
Calls for romance and sleepers' dreams
For some, the long, dark nights hide sorrow
And the shame of loneliness.
So, too, the crying Child chose the cold
And dark of a winter's night to come
Leaving the celestial timelessness for time,
The company of Love for danger and fear
So, Joseph struggled with Revelation's
Plan
and stoked the small fire for Heaven's Queen
Embraced the mystery waiting beyond hope
For the next humiliation, making room for
Angels, shepherds, kings in one space
Containing all creation and her Bridegroom.........
