Joyous Gift - A Christmas Poem

Sing their gladdest howls, and the snowy drifts

Chime in the narrow lanes, and set aside

The inevitable sorrows and ancient angers

That poison the minds of men. I saw the

Joyous gift, the strength of a million

Voices stretched to heaven, laughing in their unity

And holding up a vision of One reborn

As hope flew forward once more.

I laughed for I felt his warmth

Despite the frost, He has come,

To those weak and strong, accompanied by

Tempests and Drifts, the King

Reborn in our thoughts, to bring glorious peace

To our hearts this day.