Merry Christmas: Christ is Come


A Holy Night

A holy night?
A night like this, moon stark,
outlines black and white,
frost etching the vegetation.

A night of struggle.
Pain writhing across an abdomen.
A desparate search for shelter.
A wind stretching icy fingers
under thin layers of garments.

A night when food is scarce,
charity unknown.
Invisible the angels with
golden crowns, high lofty voices.
An ass brays unhappiness
with an overlong work day.

Some holy night,
the hair matted with sweat and road dust,
th voice hoarse with thirst.
The last shall be first, the first last
and where is the place
to lay a head for this space of time.

Don’t tell me cows and donkeys
have a place to rest
and not a mother, bearing child.
Line a stall with a fragrant bough of pine,
the soft, long-needled variety.
There’ll come a day when this
will be a memory, a story to pass
with a basket of bread
during some family feast, bragging rights—

Only let this night
come to its conclusion,
come cry with me,
this child be borne!

c. Darlene Moore Berg
previously in Time of Singing.



Filed under Christmas, Religious

3 responses to “Merry Christmas: Christ is Come

  1. Dear Darlene,

    Thank you, and many blessings for your new blog and family.

    Time of Singing has brought many wonderful poets into my life.

    Merry Christmas!

  2. Nice blog, Darlene! And a beautiful poem. Maybe your niece will share her birthday with Jesus… (even though we all know Dec. 25th isn’t necessarily His birthday).

  3. Reblogged this on Darlene's Poetical Pursuits and commented:

    Time to think about the reason for the season…

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