Christ of the cradle,
Cosmos confined
in a cowshed,
Incognito,
Dependent,
Vulnerable,
Come again to your world.
Re-create in us
the song of the angels.

Expose our sinfulness
in the starlight of your love.
And then welcome us
in all our vulnerability
To share the labour
of Kingdom-nurture
and self-giving love.

© Diane Coleman