Every Christmas never dawned but|
as pulses beating in a caring heart.
Every star was never less than holy
leading the wise to kings newborn.
Every mother always gave to earth
a child who never declined her love.
Every child was nearer than breath
before its birth made glad all stars.
Every angel never less than gave a
blessing to all babies new on earth.
Every true gift was never not given
from open hands into grateful need.
Every unseen world is now unsilent
as it rings with timely songs of joy.
by Alan Harris. All rights reserved.