et in terra pax

The god of all the nations isn’t there,
Unless we let him in.  It’s very stark,
The power hidden deep within the Heark,
The angels in a chorus laying bare
The hope of all the earth, and this as well,
The need to be invited.  It is weak,
Or so it must appear, and very bleak
Indeed is any hope evading hell
Will find us on its own.  The stable, here,
Is almost undetectable, the child
Hardly being noticed ere the wild
Prophet had appeared.  We’re growing near
The moment when our chances fade away.
The bells are ringing out for Christmas day.