An Indomitable Grace

A night.
A mystery.
A moment of misery.
And the world changed, forever.

A night.
A betrayal.
A universe of agony.
And the world changed, forever.

Now, we remember,
that night, that babe,
the beginning of giving
everything.

And we give
to remind ourselves
what He gave,
to be more like Him.

But I am penniless.
I have nothing to give,
no gifts to wrap,
nothing at all.

Now I remember,
that day, that Christ,
the crescendo of giving
everything.

A poem,
my time,
a happy heart;
I have plenty to give.

And so returns,
into my heart,
the magic and mystery
of Christmas.