by Darrel Dionne
Marry what do you ponder
With your enigmatic smile
The child will come
To the soul pregnant with God
From the ashes of the old year
The new year rises
In life after life
The babe is born
Meanwhile a million million Herods
Sharpen their knives
The straw born child threatens
To upturn the kingdoms we have built
Altars to our greed and prejudice
Temples of hate and violence
The kingdom of self will fall
If the child is allowed to live
A new century was born
Twenty first since the babe
First split the hymened womb
And what have we learned
A few years into the new century
All the old crimes repeat themselves
But the star still shines
And the child will come