Advent Sonnet V: Christ
Silent was the night before Christ came down.
Malachi left, and Jacob held his breath.
Will God truly come to David’s small town?
Or will this barrenness birth only death?
Hear! The Word breaks the silence of those years
And the barren womb births the Son of God.
Ready for the day when he wipes your tears
And not dirt, but streets of gold you will trod.
For now, we labor on cold, darkened road
But in it, we see the loud reflection
Of the Light that came, even though we owed
Such a debt, paid in full by Redemption.
We light the candle of Christ every year
For He came, He’s here, and He’ll soon be near.