O dawn divine

[Michael (MV)]

  
 

                                                      taller than trees
                                                      beyond galaxies


                                                      The  N ☮ t i v i t y


                                                      the son swaddled
                                                      in full moon & starlight


                                                      N ☮ ë l  all over again


                                                     in the benediction
                                                       of the sun
                                                    radiating the dark
                 

                                         not toys

                          J ☮ y
 
 
 
  
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

[FredFourth]

Not sure about 'not toys'

Gifts are given, especially to children, for the season to mark on our memories, the mention of Christmas always should evoke good memories hence gifts. The material world pointing towards the spiritual. However, we can deplore the Bacchus elements current in hristmas these days, such as drunken Santas, who give nothing remotely spiritual, other than spirits on their breath.

Maybe you should keep the whole poem positive.

[Michael (MV)]

 
Thanks, Fred,

for reading & commenting


toys are temporary.
Fortunately however
Joy is forever


I have revised & visually shaped the poem

I invite you & others to revisit for a look-read




Michael (MV)

 
 
  
 
 

[SivaRamanathan]

the son swaddled
in full moon & starlight
Beautiful lines! Also I like how you have written the joy like Noel.

[FredFourth]

Son is always capital for the divine.