Chaotic season, Christmas rush;
Can’t rhyme with reason
‘Til a Christmas hush
Invades my heart and makes me stop,
Directs my mind,
Invades my thought.
Human bustle, heavenly prompt…
Be still and relish His steadfast love.
The season is His,
Love is His, and He came
In the still of a night
As the angels proclaimed…
Joy is His, and He shared it,
Stepping down, drawing close.
Eternity’s rhythm,
Hopeful hearts now resound;
Heaven’s Promise fulfilled,
The rhyme of the season is found.

ADW 2020