"But when the fullness of the time came,God sent forth His Son, born of a woman, born under the law,"
days filled with anticipation.
We sing the songs,
bake the cookies,
decorate our homes and trim the tree.
We search for the perfect gift
and wrap it with hope.
We read the ancient story, light the candles
and wait for His coming.
And what of heaven over two thousand years ago?
How to calculate
the sense of anticipation
or know its parts?
Was it made up of an equal measure
of joy and sorrow,
as the Father gazed at His only Son?
Was there a small portion of regret
as He held Him in His arms?
The days counted down;
all of heaven must have held its breath,
watching love send the most
precious of gifts
to hearts that were waiting,
and to hearts that would not care.