The bejeweled promise glistened in the first light of morning.
A child is born, Immanuel, God Among Us.
Favored One of God, to rise as a Great Light Powerful among us;
A billion times born this way, and a billion times minus one
Flawed, the rose speckled with mold;
Twisted, the legs uneven and hobbled;
Disordered, the mind reaching for phantoms;
Dying, the young programmed to suffer;
Every broken parent born with a persistent hope to see
His child escape the genetic misery of our common sin.
(c) 5-02-10 FXP