Christmas Morn Poem by Barry Blander

Under a billowing canopy of stars
As pale as the drifting snow
Dawn disrobes her wedding gown
Steps ankle-deep into a river
Of glittering moonbeams
So she bids departing night
Revel in resplendent dreams
As she dissolves into pearly light
While in birch and pine wood
A dappled faun and doe prance and dally
Over arching mountain and inclined valley
Hear: Chirp, chirp, go the sparrows
Singing in their warm nest
Early of the Blessed Child
Asleep at His mother's tender breast
Now Mary recalls Gabriel's words; her heart
And soul one day to be pierced by burning arrows
Three kings come, bearing sacred gifts
Mankind is saved that hallowed and glorious morn
Because, at last, today, the Son of God is born.