Christmas Poem 2005 Poem by James Tipp

In the darkness of winter we have sown the seed
As of old is was scattered thrown into the air.
For a whole month they came in their hundreds,
To celebrate what, or who? The mystery unravelled.
God among them is scary, a baby is manageable.
The lights they lit which danced and pranced,
Men in red ascending and descending rope ladders.
Could almost be a paradox of medieval pageant,
The ladder of life visual from hell to heaven
With figures in red coaxing the pilgrims to fall.
Their ones bring presents of happiness!
So the message is given as always in the market place
Competing with peoples other interests and desires
Did anyone hear or see the God-child for real
We shall never know we are only the messengers
The sower of seeds, He will water and nurture to life