Christmas Sonnet

Beneath the earth asleep with ancient sin,
Another darkness, though warm and holy,
Unseals its treasure, seal unbreaking, in
Return of God to man in state most lowly.
Ark of life, our hope, Her eyes are smiling,
Her joy’s unspoken but sung by angels.
The breath of beasts is incense ascending.
The heart of Joseph is dreaded by devils.
A baby on a manger bed, a vir-
gin’s arms His shelter.  His sleep is worth un-
counted souls. His cries ring out forever.
Mark well this new rising of the sun.
The day is new.  Let our hearts not be old.
Our love needs to warm the Babe that is cold.