Advent to Candlemas (Vol. 4)

The Baby King

Angels above a sleeping town
Announce a king without a crown;
But only outcast shepherds hear
Of power that they need not fear.

And when they come to see their lord
They tell his mother what they heard;
And she recalls her foretelling
Of justice that her son will bring.

And even though her words are dressed
In pomp unknown to the oppressed,
The message will not go away
No matter what the cynics say:

For what the town missed in the night
Was love embodied in the light
That shines in us for welcoming
A baby as our heavenly king.