world turned as normal
Unaware it balanced on the pivot of time
shepherds spun yarns
the black, fleecy hillsides
Not knowing the night
Would soon be shafted by angel-light
yet, the cherubim
Hid their faces behind tremulous wings
Poised for flight, holding their breath
Until the drama was played out
And Godís most precious thought
Became reality, gift-wrapped in blood
Searching the skies for their destiny
Waited expectantly, scanning the heavens
For a long-nourished hope.
Suddenly, surprisingly God slipped
Out of the child-brideís womb
star burst into being
Cherubim sang on the wing
Scattering glory over Bethlehemís hills
God smiled with delight
At what He had conceived and brought forth.
The world turned as normal,
Unaware, it balanced on the pivot of time.