Joe Lake

Christmas Sonnet

When Arctic dark invades our country’s shore;

And only cries and moans float through the air;

When no-one knows what future is in store

And no-one cares what’s ugly and what’s fair.

Then all mankind gropes at their own despair

And only see what’s right and good for them;

Where no-one gives a helping hand as care

And no-one even thinks to give a dam.

Then, maybe, only then, God sends the light

That writes the book for our salvation,

That shows the way to Bethlehem’s delight,

Where we can watch it grow as revelation.

The poets pointed to that star, that night,

To save your soul so that it can shine bright.

© Joe Lake