Savior Born, Officials Befuddled

Holiday Poems


Evil hovered like a halo.

Babies were being murdered

and He would have fallen awomb

except for an angel-messenger.


Sometimes it comes down to a choice.

This route or that path. Shepherds

of sheep came to see the shepherd

of men and women and childen. Bladed

killers went the wrong way, guided

by the Father, redirected by the

Holiest Holy of the hour.


King of kings, son of god. These

were titles and accolades that

eventually got you killed, Christ.

All because Romans and Jewish

heiarchs refused to kneal in a stable,

deeming propinquity with animals

and straw no place for the secular

and the wealthy.







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