Oh Come, Oh Come, Emmanuel

My Favorite Christmas Poem

Child, do not be born

Not here, not now

Manger grass is poison and dust

The road to Bethlehem under siege

Child do not be born

Not here, not now

Unless you are dauntless in love,

And ready again to die

           Sheila Moon

To this beautiful poem I add only,

And he is born into the depth of our despair, in the height of our joy, in the mundane of every day.