One Note is All

Christmas

 a tinge of Christ

the One who is the

very Love of God

A messianic verse sung through

the din

and lost am I without

a crystalline

note of soul

snatching rhythm

from prophecies

set  in time before

ever I was

the suffering

injustices fell upon

swaddling linen

It is we who have

no room to lay in

it is we who have

no life to live in

not without

reminiscence or

leaning hope

upon a star

Jesu

coos the note

which bends

the fiber

of every

heart