Angel Song

It is said
that long ago
within the darkened heights above
the hills surrounding David’s  natal place
a pinioned one brought gladsome news
to humble men
that for the world
God’s mercied promises
unto his servant Israel
would be fulfilled
and mournings that they bore
would ease.

But still we wait
we wait
to see the covenanted scattering,
the uprooting and demise of, all
the proud dissemblers and elected lords
who now
proclaim so falsely that
they’ll gift the world with great prosperity
and peace.

Centuries have turned to dust
lo, since
that prophecy was made
while trumperies increase

Should we yet believe that we,
the poor,
the  subjects of their schemes,
so anything but lies
will find from them release?

Though growing dim
the hope for this
is once again renewed
by the repeated angel song at Christmas Tide.