Seeing

The heavens opened with light and song
Split in two because of good news come
Down living among us, a fallen star of hope
Blazed across the sky, angels sang the joyous
Tide of praise, because something new was
Being born in a stall, but the heavens
Showed their glory in tiny pin points of light
All convened in painted glory to shine
With heavenly light, the glory of the day
Cannot be hid by the night because there
Stands all the streams and tides of stars
To shine forth and add beauty in the darkness
To tell of the glory of the night that even
Good news can be born in the blackest, deepest
Night and reveal its beauty in the tale