Christmas Poem: Christmas King

Christmas King

I saw You today
Resting peacefully
In a ceramic cradle.

Your mother’s porcelain eyes
Tearfully gazed
Towards Your own.
She was surrounded
By doting shepherds
And kneeling kings.

Your human father,
With a clay crook in his hand
Stood over You,
Like a stone sentinel,
Whilst a ceramic cherub
Joyfully sang a muted song.

You looked perfect;
And the holiness
Of Heaven hailed You
As the Coming King,
Whilst the worldliness
Of the store
Displayed You
On a shelf,
Above boxes
Of
Christmas
Cigarettes.

© John Stuart 2008