(Xcerpt from) A Christmas Rose

The birthing stool splinters
Beneath the weight of her belly

Lo! A Rose en Wynter shivers
And from Her thorny hips
A Light crowns

A Light naked
Not yet clothed en glory
Not yet Emmanu-el

Lo! A Rose en Wynter opens
And from Her thorny hips
A Light cries aloud
And shatters the Nite’s hoary aire

© LogosVox 2012

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