Under a leaden sky

                The
geese in V formation

                Head for
warmer climes

                An
annual migration.

 

Under  a snowy blanket

The earth is hard as rock

Yet 
it can hear the ticking

Of every season’s clock.

 

Under a shining star

The weary Magi travel

Visiting two kings

 And one comes quite unraveled.

 

Under a  mother’s  gaze

A baby lies asleep

With angels celebrating

With promises to keep.

 

Under normal circumstances

Few believe in change

Yet change is all around them

Their radar’s out of range.

 

Under a Christmas tree

One gift that changed us all

A gift that keeps on giving

And with the gift a call.

 

Our natures’ better angels

Have called us to believe,

To give up fear based thinking

To respond and to receive.

 

For hope must have an object

Lest it be wishful thought

So Heaven sends a question–

What is it God hath wrought ?

 

The answer is so simple

As gentle as a dove

Obviously overlooked

The answer is just  Love.

 

Faith, hope and love

The greatest saved for last

Love came down at Christmas

And cannot be surpassed.

BW3 12-6-10