A Poem for Every Winter Day

  And is it true? And is it true?The most tremendous taledof all,Seen in a stained-glass window's hue,A Baby in an ox's stall?The Maker of the stars andseaBecome a Child on earth forme?Christmas by John BetjemanMy Baby, my Burden,Tomorrow the mornI shall go lighterAnd you will be born.I shall go lighter,But heavier tooFor seeing the burdenThat falls upon you.The burden of love,The burden of pain,I'll see you bear bothAmong men once again.Mary's Burden by Eleanor FarjeonOur God, Heaven cannothold Him,Nor earth sustain;Heaven and earth shallflee awayWhen He comes to reign.In the bleak midwinterA stable place sufficedThe Lord God Almighty,Jesus ChristIn the Bleak Midwinter by Christina RossettiWe love and lose in China,we weep on England's moor,and laugh and moon in Guinea,and thrive on Spanish shores..We seek success in Finland,are born and die in Maine.In minor ways we differ,in major we're the same.Human Family by Maya Angelou