the Gift
Moonbeams
find a circling of stars
drawing halos
‘round his creation.
Ivory skirt flowing,
wings unfurled,
harp chords strum
word of an arrival.
Below, there’s a tiny cry
in the night;
our gift ‘neath the tree;
a perfect lamb
amongst the sheep
and a knowing
that in the future
lies our destiny, foretold,
eternity wrapped ’round
a cross, a crown, nails,
and unconditional love.
~(I am penning a poem a day from November 24th through December 25th, 2016 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day #6)
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