About this Christian Poet:
I'm sixty years old and a conservative high-church Anglican. I am
also a keen bell ringer, regularly ringing round several local village
churches. I have written poems ever since I was a teenager. Most of
my writing these days is technical, but I still produce a few poems,
mostly lyrical verses.
A Christmas Carol
Galaxies of stars collide
Within this baby's gentle smile,
The universe it comprehends,
All propositions reconcile.
All languages articulate,
Upon this tiny wordless tongue
No ciphers, arcane alphabets,
Nor future musics lie unsung.
Empires crumble into dust,
Within this feeble childish grip
Powers and potentates deflate,
All world ambitions earthward slip.
Behold the universe a child,
The nth to nth, the all of all,
Physics turned upon its head,
The cosmos in an ass's stall.
Computer, fiddle, astrolabe
He's mastered in an eyelid's blink,
All centuries to come foreseen,
All ages into moments shrink,
All possibilities subsumed,
All worlds explored, all hearts beguiled,
So do not with a trivial thought
Deride this terrifying child.
Copyright©2009 by Christopher Shepheard