John Wright Follette was spiritual father to Wade
Taylor. His Christmas poems stir me every year, and
I'd like to share some during this Christmas season.
CHRISTMAS NIGHT
I LOVE the deep blue sky on Christmas night.
I love the silence and the holy awe,
For here my heart can rest and spirit feed.
How deep the blue, my heart, how deep?
As deep as God - eternity can tell.
My soul is thrilled to see again His star
Upon the bosom of the holy night,
Gleaming in its solitary grandeur.
Upon a rugged hill a lonely tree,
An omen bleak against the deep blue sky,
Lifts high its naked, tortured, hungry arms.
And lo! I see the star impaled thereon.
From sky I look to earth, and see again
The stable rude and in the manger laid
The little Christ Child on the hay asleep,
A new born babe - and yet as old as God.
~John Wright Follette
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