Saturday, December 15, 2012

Carolling the King

The world is decorated
for the coming of the King.
In mourning white for those who cannot care
or glistening bright for those who know He’s there.
Herald of the season, early morning frost,
bedecks the nakedness of trees,
settles on the lost.
And in the gloss of sunshine,
diamonds drip on passers by,
unwary of the wonder
with presents still to buy.
Yet all creation shouts and sings
carolling the King of kings -
spreading a white carpet
where red ought to be.
A harmony of monochrome
for those with eyes to see.

1 comment:

lynnmosher said...

Oh, so beautiful, Keith! "For those with eyes to see." I see! Thank you!