Advent to Candlemas (Vol. 3)

Then and Now

The holy child so beautiful
Infused the darkness with a glow
That made the weary stable bright
But that was, oh, so long ago!

They say that angels filled the sky
Bringing good news to all mankind,
And then they sang a joyful song:
But we are oppressed and undermined.

His mother might have thought the gifts
Irreverent fruits of tyranny;
But nothing is too mean for them
To take from struggling folk like me.

And yet when Christmas Eve arrives
Our chronic troubles disappear:
The beauty glows in every heart
And lifts us for another year.