adventures in dysthymia

Thursday, December 21, 2006


On a still and starry night,
was a baby born;
and the shepherds sought his light,
the light of a new morn.

On a starry night, and cold,
they rose and left their sheep;
Was it only to behold
a little child, asleep?

On a night when simple men
knelt at a simple birth,
was swept away all that had been;
the breath of life filled earth.

On a night, a wondrous night,
when the angels sang,
the stars shone in their glory bright
and the heavens rang.

Stephen Brooke ©2006

yep, a Christmas poem...or maybe a song?

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