A Christmas Poem

Over at L.L. Barkat's Seedlings in Stone , she posted a blog on Thursday, A Pronoun Christmas , that contained advice to begin a poem with a pronoun (Thursday, December 9). The suggestion to begin a poem with a pronoun, writes L.L., came from Kim Addonizio's book, Ordinary Genius.

Now, I know better than to question the muse. So, when she began to flow, I let her.

He said. She said.

He said
I give you a child
a child to raise you up
to live in heaven
on earth

She said
what child is this
to raise me up
that I may never fear
losing my way
from heaven on earth

what child is this
to bring me hope
to bring me joy
and love
everlasting

I have sinned
and do not deserve him

He said
He is my only Son
conceived of the Holy Spirit
born of the Virgin Mary
He suffered on earth
and rose again to sit
at the right hand of the Father

He brings you forgiveness
of your sins
He brings you life everlasting.

And she cried
and she said
Forgive me Father
for I have sinned.

And He said,
Rise up my child
Love my Son
with all your heart
Love him forevermore
Your sins have been forgiven.