Tuesday, December 31, 2013



In the dark of night
creation sighs,
the cedars grown
and babies cry.
Behold the storms
Behold the sick
Behold the poor tonight.

There, beneath the stars,
blow heavy winds
while shepherds pray
and lovers sin.
Behold the rain
Behold the pain
Behold yourself tonight.

In the colder hours
tea leaves seep
in forgotten cups
while the milk goes sour.
Behold the hurt
Behold the chill
My lungs they burn tonight.

Then dawn delays
where camels spit;
the masses breathe
and war is stayed.
Behold the crib
Behold the Lord
Behold he comes tonight.

+ Br. Joseph Michael Fino, CFR
Paterson, NJ
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