The birth of Jesus, King of Kings.

A Light
by Sandra S. Corona

From thy labors rest,
humans … all worn,
the Christ child is born.
Many on earth weep …
that they can be reborn.
Power to His seekers …
His light … birthed this morn!
Raise praise, singing …
angels catch tears …
for the Christ child born.
Many, with sins reeking,
don’t want their ‘wrongs’ shorn.
Power to His seekers …
His light … flickers, forlorn.
Burdens of living …
angel turned human …
when Jesus is born
to bring salvation
from Heaven was torn.
Power to His seeker …
His light … beckons still
ne’er shorn.

A light
pristine,
Earth’s King!