Stolen stories miss the mark
of deep wonder, where heralds hark,
bringing the hard-working hearts
to a stranger's hearth.
A new mother holds her child,
affirmed by a cousin's wild
story of Holy Conception,
matches her angelic reception.
Why would a night be silent?
Why would a newborn be mild?
A star shone against convention;
A king ordered infanticide.
A family fled back to Egypt;
A people only complied.
Into deep sadness, Messiah arrived
Noticed only by the faithful,
the humble,
the grieved.
