Last year we had Myrrh, this year Frankincense.
Round the altar
a choir with ten thousand wings
and countless mouths
Hallelujah to the Lamb.
But look down below,
beneath the Holy night
another evening passes where no light is seen.
Step down, step down
Bow low and perceive
where the light has yet to shine;
this dark night.
Children are born,
Children still await a voice from above.
“If you only knew what darkness I am plunged into”