An Advent Poem...

Here's something I wrote a couple of years ago that I think about at Christmas time...hope you enjoy it.

The greatest mystery known to me,
(If mystery truly known can be),
Is that in human flesh and bone
God would come to make a home.

What novelist could make this up?
Power poured in paper cup,
Helpless babe in feed trough laid,
Whose very word the earth had made.

If God would stoop to this degree,
Then maybe there is hope for me.