"Holy Child"

(photo-stained-glass:
Star of Bethlehem)
a choir in the heavens
of angels have proclaimed
that you've become as man is
to understand our pain.

you had no crib my Lord
a manger's where you'd lay;
by sheppherd's you were soon adored
on universal hay.

a star for those who long
was opened on the skies
from east to east to lead the throng,
and worship you as wise.

no courtesy afforded
to you my Righteous Lamb;
instead you were kindly awarded
with gifts from eastern lands.

the sheppherds had their flocks
the academics, thought;
and though they seem a paradox
they seek and so are sought.

the angels are the flame
the single star is fire
these signs are for the Son who came
who'll usher our desire.

by Wm. Rieppe Moore