Angel chorus singing for us:
Peace, good will...
Then all is still.
Rush to find divine confined...
Flesh of God
Now on this sod.
Barn-born babe sweet-swaddled, stabled,
Light of world--
Bright burn in cave.
This will be the sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped snugly in cloth and lying in a feeding trough.
--Luke 2:12, HCSB
Poem and photo ©2008 James L. Swindle