ANGELS

As Christmas approaches, thought I'd post a Christmas poem or two. This one is from 2001.

ANGELS

Gliding over the earth

Pure white brightness

Picking out mountain and plain.

Whispered flight stirring

Forest and sea.

Winds cease,

Clouds part

Under the piercing light

And ageless song

Of the gathered throng.

"Glory ...

Glory to God ...

Glory to God in the highest,

Glory to God in the highest,

And on earth peace to men

On whom His favour rests."

The fearful men on the the hill

Run to the place where the star is shining,

And the child with the gentle face

Lies in simple splendour,

For ever to be adored.

"Wonderful Counsellor,

Prince of Peace."

Nothing will ever be the same.

God's Son - the gift of grace.