This is the fifth of five new poems for Advent, 2022.
For poems for Christmas Eve/Nativity of Our Lord, please see:
Christmas Eve, Nativity of Our Lord (A, B, C)—Isaiah 9:2–7; Luke 2:1–20
The Child
Wise men from the East came to Jerusalem, asking, “Where is the child who has been born king of the Jews?” (Matthew 1b-2a)
How Odd
How odd, they came to worship a child,
How odd, that someone so meek and so mild
Would gain the attention of the wise.
How odd, we come to him this night,
How odd, no matter our power or might
To change the world, or even our lives.
Perhaps the children are the key
—Those who from fear and violence flee—
To help us finally be humane.
For when our hearts by love are stirred
And lines ’twixt us and others are blurred,
We’ll come to this odd new Child again.
Scott L. Barton
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