Darkness
Crimson saturates black
Slowly transforming the dark with a glistening reflection
Radiant light makes bright the glisten of white

Your eye may pass over what has happened
Might appear a glint
A hint
But if you ponder for just a minute
You will see the change
Arrange

Purity - the mission of Jesus’ birth

The precious gift of life
For any parent
Yet this one born
Into a world of strife
Parting limb from limb
We had been torn

Ravaged by self-entombment, called sin
We accepted as home the darkness
Innocent peace interrupts the din
No separation, God is with us

Growing in his mother’s womb
This life and light, a pure blood supply
Birthdate inscribed on a tomb
Story written, nothing to decide

Eternity knew before a spark
This clash of light and dark
She told prophets of his coming
A special human erupting
God’s breath in cries sounding
Darkness confounding
How is God in that little body?
Why would he want bones to embody?

He framed his earthly presence
Limits of flesh
Held him within
And love, the bond of heaven,
Held together
Yet another
Lot of human cells, his skin

Something merged
In the converged
Prophetic word
The real world?
Supernatural,
The physical

The Word was born to give birth to words
His loving tongue only truth would utter
Making sense of the supernatural
Changing scopes of what was literal

Purity - the mission of Jesus’ birth

Darkness given the gift of light

Quite a mission this babe, Jesus, had
He was and is the Life in our blood,
And the Light, the energy, of humanity
In this place of indulgence and of vanity
Proof we can live a higher way
No excuses, we are now safe

Peace on Earth
Good will toward men