O come, O come, thou Lord of might,
    who to thy tribes on Sinai's height,
    in ancient times didst give the law,
    in cloud, and majesty, and awe.

Shrouded Mystery,
Evolver of faith,
at your approach
breathing ceases;
I know only smallness.

This Christmas
what new tablets
do you bring to your people?
What ten new demands?
    Thou shalt not harm…
    Thou shalt not hoard…
    Thou shalt not divide…

O come, O come, "God-with-Us."

Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.