On This Day . . .

Child of the Night
by Holly Woolley

Child

Of the night and hushed

Majesties of light.

Cool evening breeze

And single cry,

A mother's tender arms

And eyes . . .

Unspoken grace adorns

Crude stable hay and

Humble cloth.

A King is born

In a quiet manger

Without pretense

Or display . . .

No jeweled crown

Nor fame is found

Except,

In lighted sky

And whisper

Of a father's tender

Murmur of His name,

"Jesus"

The morning breaks

In quiet sigh and fame:

A dark and sleeping

World awakes

To never be

The same.

May the miracle of a tiny baby's birth and life bring joy and blessings to you on this day. Merry Christmas from the Dragonfly!