A Christmas Poem - John1:1

John 1:1

The Word first spoke,

A Light piercing

Darkness,

First Dawn,

All in all

Encompassing nothingness

Shaping nothingness.

First breath,

First heartbeat,

Imprinting Divinity

Upon sun

Upon moon

Upon rock

Upon water

Upon leaf

Upon life

Upon human hearts

Divinity genetically infused

Into living cells

Of fragile humanity

Cradled,

Protected,

Nurtured,

Comes forth

From the womb

In warm embrace wrapped

Pressed to the breast

suckles deeply

From the life he created.

Bob Wagner © 2014