Through the skylight
There is a glimpse of snow and stars,
There is a constellation in the darkness:
Nativity. The star falls on to the cold ground.

In all the coldness of the winter’s night
Lord, You are my protection in the storm of ice,
Not petals but shards of bitter bones.
Stay with me Lord, as I wait
In a stable of scythes and dung.

The rocks are engraved with Your narrative Lord,
Over written in treachery.

But You shield us Lord,
Child of forever.