In the village we call this world disasters strike.
The web wings them to every corner in the blink of an eye,
Catastrophe piled on need and want and the world blinks,
Turns and rings its hands unable to respond to the information,
Knowing does not equal doing, knowledge highlights our inabilities.
Does 'the word made flesh' create new possibilities new insights.
Does the 'light shining in the darkness' offer a new hope untapped.
Christmas the expression of God's love for this world in the cosmos.
This shining spinning beautiful world, minute in the vastness
Is in the mind of God and 'God with us' is a message for now.
Outside our knowledge is a greater work that is in control.
We are not alone in the vastness of space, we have a guide
He has given us the key to our salvation and his name is 'Love'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem