Christmas, 1203
Donald P. Goodman III
Version 1.0,
Almighty power, helpless; like the sun made cold,
emitting cold and dark instead of warming light;
a lion, now the prey of all its prey of old,
and fleeing from the beasts it once made haste to fight;
a hawk screeching in terror at the lowly mouse,
once helpless but now mighty, putting bird to flight;
the kings of ancient days abandoning their house,
surrendering to servants all their ancient right.
Yet all these mighty powers are as nothing; no,
each one's a worm when set beside what made them all;
all nature cries, proclaims his might and power; lo!
almighty strength to helplessness doth will to fall!