Joy in the Hollow

Joy, that blissful state I wish to keep,

can be seen in a winter hollow,

where tracks in the snow enter wide and deep,

by the edge of the firs on landscape steep,

and where I, with wonder, follow.

Over head, the sun beams promised light,

as I reach the snow-laden tree.

Chickadees and turkeys come in flight.

Deer and squirrel assemble at the sight.

All is quiet just for me.

You, who dwell to make my spirit smile,

by the marriage you impart,

cause creation to uplift a while.

With a skip, I walk another mile,

keeping joy within my heart.

For unto you is born this day

in the city of David

a Saviour,

which is Christ the Lord.

And this shall be a sign unto you:

Ye shall find the babe wrapped 
in swaddling clothes,
lying in a manger.
Luke 2:11-12