And Tonight He’s Mary’s Child
By Linda White-Francis
Early one morn,
the world awoke to
christ is born!
Shepherds and Wisemen
came in joy.
Kings brought gifts
to the little Jewish boy.
the Virgin Mary held the child,
so mortal man could see…
her son had come to save the world,
for all eternity.
A pure and loving master,
one day he would become,
many would deny him,
some would turn and run.
He would heal the blind of darkness,
cleanse the leper’s sore.
calm the waters of damnation,
and open up the door.
exalt on bended knee
the savior meek and mild,
for now, a baby sleeps.
tonight, he’s Mary’s child!
Roses in the Snow
By MEGAN HUSSEY
Why is it that we cannot
grow roses in the snow?
Imagine the radiance of red
against a pure ivory backdrop.
Like rubies on a setting
of sleek white silk.
Tender snowflakes
on scarlet petals
and stems arising
from an alabaster blanket.
Imagine the wonder
The sheer spectacle
of roses in the snow.
To Live Tree
By MEGAN HUSSEY
How many of us wish
in this day and age
to escape unseen
to the winter wonderland
found on the branches of a Christmas tree?
To sleep before the fireplace ornament.
To board the wooden train.
To dance alongside the sugarplum fairy.
To seek warmth from the glow of the stars above.
To seek comfort from the snowbound temple.
To slip right into Santa’s bag.
And sleep until that magical morn
when everything is better
