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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Christmas gives us a message of hope, let us be hopeful for a good change.