A Light shines bright

An artist begins painting in the early morning air,

Cold and fresh,

A landscape dusty and dry,

Everywhere quiet, not a bird in the sky,

Not a sound, not a peep, not a rat or a bug,  

But an Eastern wind begins to whistle as the stars begin to shine and a movement of feet as a hill they begin to climb...

Miles to head for a barren and fractured land,

Where sheep and cattle graze,

and hostility reigns, 

The Ruler is cruel, there children die, enslavement and barbarism, and torture of place, disfigurement of people, body and face. 

The artist wipes his forehead and sighs deep,

"Within this ancient land,

A child will come,

In the twinkle of The Morning star, 

A child blessed with power unfathomable to every man,

Men from near and those from afar,

Though born not in power, but in humility,

To bring faith and to save all of humanity..."

"With the breathe of a Donkey and their steps having been fulfilled,

They bring forth a child into the world, 

In Winter darkness a child named Hope is born, and 

Hope is spread across the world, 

not by stories or myths and legends,

But by Truth, Truth Himself,

Bringing forth Faith,

And only in faith of the truth can one have hope..."

The artist wells up...and smiles a strong smile, tears trickling down his cheeks...

"His cries, bellows to evil ears,

Here I am He says,

Hope has arrived!

And the Angels sing,

The children feel joy,

And gladness fills all hearts and spirits,

Out of the womb a King is born!

Within Winter darkness a light shines bright!

We glow with warmth,

Within winter darkness a light shines bright!

We all glow with warmth,

Forever and ever."