The Gift

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)

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s