I address you thus –
full-trusting that I may, for you have shown us
who you are in the dearest way we know – your voice
of utter quietude midst all the telling of the story
that we tell of healing balm that came to us as handed
down through time:  Ah! the mystic tale how everything was
at the brim of shame and how you listened and believed
there was no blame upon the head of one betrothed
to you and thereby added to the virtues three – of love
and faith and hope, the one less-named we call humility –
for you took upon yourself the part you were assigned –
remained in shadow in the barn ensuring that no harm
would come to mortal flesh, the mother and the child
both mortal born, and in your human hands received the
holy promise waited for – arriving in the leastest place
‘midst creatures lending warmth to miracle awaiting
our embrace that we who wait in darkness e’re may trust
the promise of the Highest come to us within the humblest
dearest simplest most unlikely holy place.

Margie