Come back to the stable,
Ye world of men.
Come back to the story
Of Christ again.
You’ve wandered. You’re weary.
You know you are.
Come back to the wonder.
Behold the star!
Your lot is a struggle.
The ends don’t meet.
You work and you worry
To stay defeat.
You’re bothered with problems —-
With pain —- with fear.
Solutions escape you
Or won’t appear.
For such is the venture
That men call “life”,
And faith in a Power
Beyond its strife
Is still the best solace:
The proffered rod.
Come back! It is Christmas.
Come back to God.
Bit of Angel