Thursday, December 25, 2008

Amid The Cold Of Winter


Isa 11:1 "And there shall come forth a rod out of the stem of Jesse,
and a branch shall grow out of his roots."

Lo, how a rose e'er blooming,
From tender stem hath sprung!
From Jesse’s lineage coming,
As men of old have sung.
It came, a floweret bright,
Amid the cold of winter
When half spent was the night

Isaiah 'twas foretold it,
The Rose I have in mind
With Mary we behold it,
The Virgin mother kind
To show God's love aright,
She bore to us a Savior
When half spent was the night

This Flower, whose fragrance tender
With sweetness fills the air,
Dispels with glorious splendor
The darkness everywhere;
True man, and yet true God,
From sin and death now save us,
And share our every load.

5 comments:

Lee Strong said...

A Christmas Poem


Oh, to have been a shepherd or a king
and to have heard those angels sing
or to have seen that star so bright
upon that holy Christmas night.

But Christmas transcends both time and place
and we can share in that night’s grace
when like those humble ones back then
we heed God’s call and proclaim, “Amen.”

pundette said...

Lovely. Thanks. Another great poem: Eliot's Journey of the Magi.

Merry Christmas!

Meredith Gould said...

Perfect poem and oh the photo illustration. Gloria in excelsis deo!
Merry Christmas.

The Ironic Catholic said...

Lee--cool. Thanks for sharing.

Merry Christmas and God bless us, every one!

PraiseDivineMercy said...

Hope you had a Merry Christmas.

That is one of my favorite hymns BTW.