Christmas - Shrinking to tiny creature
Upon the mountain's snowy crown, In winter's hush, I sought renown. To birds above, my words did plead, A longing heart, a quiet need. "Little birds," I softly cried, Amidst the cold, my arms spread wide. A gift I brought, no special plan, To share with you, feathered clan. Yet, in the air, my plea did fade, The birds, aloof, in flight they stayed. Undeterred, a truth unfurled, A tale transcending this wintry world. "My body vast," I mused, sincere, "Too grand, too large, breeds only fear. If small I became, like birds that roam, A chance to share my heart, my home." In solitude, a truth took flight, Christmas whispered through the night. A grand divine in a child so small, Love's true meaning, a sacred call. In humble form, a choice divine, To bridge the gap, a love benign. The little child, a gift to all, Christmas echoes, love's sweet thrall.
