A Christmas Poem

This is one of my favorite poems. It is written by Sister Madeleva

Perennial
The final wild song of Your birth-night
can never be written;
The last shining word of Your coming
can not be said.
Rough, slow-minded shepherds will run,
angel-driven, forever
By night to a cave and a cattle shed.

And You, beyond bondage of time, without
end or beginning,
Will wake in the arms of a maid,
on an unending night.
You, the unuttered Word became Flesh
and forever now spoken,
Will be here, be our Life, our
accessible Light.

Tonight is Your night, Your incredible,
song-spangled story.
We shepherds and flocks wait on fields
beyond Bethlehem plain;
O angels, O shepherds, O Joseph, O Mary,
O Jesus,
O God, tell Your children the story again.