Revelation

So much about Christmas is revealed in the quiet and solitude of deep, dark woods, and that Darkness softened by the blue hue of the moon and the stars. 

In a house at the top of the valley, 
warm and safe, 
waiting for dawn, 
gazed upon by deer, 
themselves braced against the cold.

St. Nicholas rides along the horizon, 
high and away, 
the cheer still in the air, 
and in the echoes of the quiet woods, 
those who believe can hear...

"Unto us a son is born, 
Unto us a son is given, 
Hear the heaven's sound with harp and horn, 
through him the sins of man will be forgiven." 

On this night, 
undisturbed and peaceful, 
barrier between God and man is broken, 
He has become one of us. 

"Son of God, 
God from God, 
Light from Light, 
True God from true God!" 

T. S. Deary 
12/17 - 12/19/24