Gloria

The hill that I propose
to stand on come this Christmas eve
is nowhere near the one at Bethlehem
where hosts of Angels sang
and startled shepherds
with glad tidings long ago.
But still,
I hope it might be high enough
that when
I turn my ear up to the skies above
upon the stroke of twelve
I’ll catch some echo
of their shimmered Gloria
proclaiming to this sorrowed world
God’s peace
and boundless love.