Jesse Tree

Nativity of the Creator
 

from Mary’s dark, warm womb
a newborn son emerged
tiny with opened eyes gazing
discovering a strange small world
Timeless God gulping His first breath
who loved creation into sight
streamed life on this planet’s old crust
thrusted day upon that first night
now riding tides of woman’s pain
He arrives like Noah’s boat had surged
into time, and place, skies  blazing
brand new creation birthed, unfurled
in an infant’s challenge of death
only now to suckle a breast
Author of Life nuzzling, then kissed
slept -- dreaming of leaving a tomb
 

by Virginia M. Kimball