Where is He? - A Christmas Poem

In this cold night we stand untouched, searching, shining in the space of eternal peace for the world to see the one.

It is tonight that we must find him, it is tonight he shall surface from the shells of the shadows that has silenced his mind in his mothers womb.

The wise are depending on our wisdom for their wisdom to be the wisdom of the wise men to come after them, lets shine my brothers and sisters

Our wisdom cannot be tricked, we see beyond the mysteries and secrets of the darkness, we let our greater brother review in the day that that's hidden.

Where could our prince be my brothers and sisters, many are carried, many are trying to taste the fruit of breath at this hour but still we delay.

The mansions are good for a prince, the houses are perfect for normal babes, shall we not find him who is the king of all outside?

Is it not the outside that make no boundaries to wisdom and freedom to the kingdom that roam for eternity in the space we hang?

look, behold a woman and a man stranded for our wisdom to be true, their child is about to be born with freedom, let me shine greater and brighter.

Let the wise see the unusual, let them read our wisdom for them to be called like us, wise, let the child see me upon and above him, let him remember that he was born under the light of freedom.