and now stand we all upon the brink of mystery
for to us, the empty-handed, there has been a child born
uncreated, He has entered human history
life eternal, swaddled in the flesh that we have worn
look as He lies there, frail and finite
new-yet-ancient Word before the worlds
everlasting dawn to break our twilight
savior into our own sufferings hurled
so now all sorrows can give way to gladness
our hungers find their fullness here
for wonder’s promise has overridden sadness, and
joy has broken the grinding grip of fear
o God-with-us, this we have come to know
Your steadfast love will never let us go
I love the way you’ve arranged the wonder of Christmas in words. So beautiful.
Oh, thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it! I am indebted to GK Chesterton and Malcolm Guite (and probably many other poets) for this one!