I never write poetry, but have often had the desire. JR told me recently that I would never get to it if I didn’t just move past my inhibitions and give it a shot. So here is my feeble attempt. It was written for Christmas, but I didn’t want to post it until now. Maybe I’ll write one for Epiphany too.
Infinite infant in flesh finite
Of God and mortal man’s delight
Lowborn Lord incarnate here
Man’s Creator becomes his peer.