Christmas Poem by Bernard Kennedy

Christmas



At the deadest, darkest, dreary
winter night, the numinous hosted
a light.A glimmer slowly seen,
and then, hope burned,
in the cold cavern.
and knowing slowly caught.

This is Christmas,
light and dark,
and darkness dims
and natures canvas
paints, the inner meaning,
born in a cave.
The first etch of redemption.

Thursday, March 8, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Akhtar Jawad 15 April 2018

Christmas gives us a message of hope, let us be hopeful for a good change.

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