Cosmic Christmas

Long of old
the Scriptures told
of a King who’d come.
In His wake
death shall quake
and the deserts they shall bloom.

Yes, creation creator collide
yet we did not hide
for God He brought no wrath,
there was no blood bath,
the world did not implode or explode into non-being.
Instead, angelic greeting:
“Peace on the earth,
goodwill to men”
because the Great I AM is come.
Our Lord, Messiah, Savior in a crib.

Wonderful Counselor,
Prince of Peace,
Bright and Morning Star,
born.

He who lay the foundations of the earth,
laid in a manger.
The Infinite born,
a swaddled babe.
He that holds the nations in His hand,
grasps His mother’s hand. 
He that calls the stars by name,
spoke no name, nor word.
Wonder see! 
the Omnipresent crawl!

He formed Himself
in His mother’s womb. 
He upheld the nails
that held His hands.
He died for you,
for me.
He became poor 
to restore our riches.
Yes, He felt our plight 
to set all things right.
He was born to die,
that we might live.

The Deity 
incarnate brings
salvation in His wings.

From incarnation,
liberation;
new life has been set free!
The hypostatic union
brings communion;
the LORD walks with man. 
Man once again will be in the Garden
because God’s Son walked from Gethsemane.

Satan’s role has been revoked,
the Lord Messiah come.
The demons tremble in His wake;
the blind see,
creation glimmers,
soon the groaning’s seize.
This is the time in between,
the already and not yet.
The Kingdom has come, but not consummated;
it shall be slightly belated.

Peace on the earth,
goodwill to man,
God’s eternal plan in fruition.
The Kingdom has come in God’s Son,
the lion to lay down with the lamb.
Satan and his host defeated,
all their power to be depleted,
they won’t sleep, but feel the wrath of the Lamb.

The immaterial 
infused material; 
God in the flesh behold! 
No tent or temple,
for the LORD tabernacled.
Yahweh is Messiah.

The Offspring Madonna bears
shall wipe all tears
and crush the serpent’s head. 
Every fear and tear to be forgotten
in the splendor of our joy.

The beatific vision brings
life and joy in its wings;
for when we see Him, we shall be like Him.
Immanuel,
born the balm,
for the vacuum of our souls.

The myth came true in the manger.[1]
God is no longer a stranger,
but makes Himself known in His Son.

Jesus, Joshua’s namesake, true!
The LORD our Savior come!

He was, and is, and is to come.
All things consummate(d) in Him.
Amen.

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I use myth in the sense that C. S. Lewis used it.