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
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.
