Hope wrapped in mystery
Creator of the cosmos
Humanity and deity, for the first time one
All and both.
Anticipated for thousands of years,
By a people whose very identity
Was defined by ritualistic waiting.
Then the divine silence came
Hundreds of years of darkness
Creation groaning with expectancy
Yet the promise of the Messiah was not forgotten
Though not seen, felt, or heard;
Condescension beyond comprehension was coming.
Hush, shattered by angelic pronouncements
To common shepherds keeping watch in the field
The long-awaited One arrived in humility
Wonder revealed in this tiny babe.
Yearning for ages before, fulfilled,
Reflected on for centuries to come
As the advent of new
The moment that changed eternity
And the soul felt its worth.
~Poem & Photo by Amy Nichole Felt