flies the Doubting Thomas bird,
what is hid is only might
What is might's a mite absurd.
Out of winter into spring
wing the cries of infant king,
hope and passion both they bring:-
let the bells of heaven ring!
So much hidden, so much light,
so much wrong and so much right,
earth is in a parlous plight:-
sing your carols through the night!
Sing the darkness from the earth,
we who never thought to see
now confront a peerless birth
in the light of mystery.
Need and want go hand in hand -
they did so in the stable -
read the symbols in the sand,
then gather round the table.
Ox and ass and magi there -
nothing by its birth is banned,
creatures both of faith and flair:
nothing outlawed out of hand.
Out of fable, truth to tell,
each man shapes it as he grows,
finds his personal Noel,
his own demons to depose.
and all the blessings of the season to you all.
May your God or proxy-god be kind to you.