Christmas Eve: A Poem

"Magi"

We seek between sand and stars.
Betwixt this shifting, chameleon landscape
and the vault of fixed invariance.
Squeezed in the vice of time and eternity
we are aching
dreaming dust.

But here we find in a mother's arms
the reconciliation of heaven and earth.
Behold the divinization of flesh and bone
where we the riven
are made whole.