The Queen breathed life to morning
the long night of waiting passed
with the sky erupting in wonder
when angels proclaimed the first Christmas
Eyes beheld the King of kings
an infant asleep on His straw bed
Meek and humble as a lamb He came
meek and humble, to the Tree, He was led
where He stretched His broken arms
and gathered the world to His breast
bleeding fiery red for love
that all creation might be cleansed
pure as winter’s freshly fallen snow
that souls will find their beauty lost
and once again mirror Grace
and sing God’s praises with Angelic hosts.
Thanks to Sabra of Later, Miss Slater, I got acquainted with We Write Poems. I’ve been wanting to write a poem about Christmas but could not manage to do so until I saw this word list from We Write Poems.
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This is very lovely and touching Imelda.
Words that reaches to my soul.
Bless your heart!
Thanks, Joy. 🙂
It was worth waiting for…. so beautiful…. Diane
Thank you, Diane. 🙂
I recently found We Write Poems. Glad you followed me there. You did a great job with the wordle, Imelda. Another beautiful telling of the age-old story.
So beautiful!
Thanks a lot. 🙂
A lovely Christmas poem.
Thank you, Vivinfrance. 🙂 Happy new year.
Beautifully penned Imelda, may your words shine radiantly every day during our new year! You are a gift to us all! God bless you!
Amazing use of the words…all well placed, all beautiful, and especially in the third stanza (bleeding fiery red for love). Welcome to WWp.
-Nicole
So heartfelt and lovely, Imelda.