veni, veni

I’m told
that once upon a midnight time
the host of heaven deigned
to breach the starless sky
to sing a gloried hymn
that marked with joy a tiding  
of great consequence
 

and for a moment
 
all that lay  
upon the hills 'round Bethlehem  
seemed wreathed within a light
miraculous
not seen before or since
by women or by men.
 
And now we wait, we wait
with veni, veni  on our lips  
for it, assuming that the story's true
to grace us once again.