Kneeling at the Window on the Eve of Christ's Nativity

By Ann Applegarth - Roswell, New Mexico, USA - 25 November 2015



A moon as white as mother's milk.

Soft snow that rivals bridal silk.

Bold starlight gleams across the plain.

I shield my eyes from beauty's pain.

Then, through my fingers' slatted screen,

one glance, then two -- and once again

I force myself to face the night --

its wondrous stillness brittle-bright.


From heaven's dazzling purity

sweet mercy drops descend on me.

O Christ, my famished soul's desire,

come! Baptize me with holy fire!