Love's arrival shouted from the skies:
"Glory in the highest," let it speak
The truth men will reject and some believe.
Chilly night, asleep, lingering hope
Dusts the air with soft sounds like a dove.
Love's arrival shouted from the skies,
And poorest men with strongest hope awoke,
Worship in their hearts, and joy, and fear:
"Glory in the highest!" Let it speak!
Across the miles and years this is the hope,
The deepest love of God for all mankind:
The truth men will reject and some believe.
postscript
Cascade for DFC day 23. The cascade doesn't need rhyme or meter, but its waterfall effect is created merely by repeating the lines of the first stanza in the subsequent stanzas. I chose to keep a meter though, because I like to. Subject: what else, this close to Christmas? Glory in the highest! The hope of all mankind is born, and God in the flesh came to live among us and set us free. [link]