A Christmas poem — The night has arrived. God is born. From a young woman
weeping,
blood
and tears. Pain etched upon her face Scream! <gasp> Screeaam! <gasp> “Push!” says the man who dreamed an Angel. “Push!” God’s work is no easy thing. “Push!” The effort is colossal. The result, a tiny person,
crying for food
and warmth
like all of us. A spark of light
in a vast darkness. Light with tears,
hands, feet, eyes.