How shall I verse the Story of a King I do not see,
when all I know is what I read, and in prayer I yield
in adoration unknown, yet known to the heart of mine.
Imagination turned to vision; and vision to song.

I breathe the breath I do not see. Perhaps if
in earnest I try, the traveling light I could spy.
And what of distant lands, planets and stars,
illustrated for us to see that they are truly there!

The Spirit of Love Mary received, for us to meet
Jesus the Son. With crucial labor she birthed Him,
in a barn of Bethlehem. That Christmas Day angels
sang hallelujahs to the King, the Savior for us all.

Lucine EVAHAN 12/2025