December's Wooing Air

The air that sharper falls on barren hill

Still woos, though not as zephyr on the slope

That faces south with flowers in its mouth

December’s air wears a far fairer hope

And turns the looking eye beyond the hills

Like shepherds gazing upward at a star

We, wooed by seraph-song and happy throng

Hurry it seems, to where the children are

Stars sparkle in the flakes of snow that soft

Aloft upon the wooing barren limb

They light the eyes of children, ah the skies

Have lent their angels to extol hope’s hymn

Where earth hungers for childlike faith and joy

Of girl and boy not hampered by fear, grim

But wooed by the amazing Christ-child King

We, with the children too are wooed by Him

Ah, Heaven’s Darling woos the hearts of we

Who, eager for True Hope to light our way

Are seeking like Magi, a King on high

So we may come to worship Him like they

With gifts of gratitude and humble awe

To think that heaven’s best should come to us

And put on flesh to woo us from dark Death

By dying on a Cross as did, Jesus

…and thus, the air that falls this time of year

Though stripped of summer-dappled jubilee

Woos with a Voice that bids the heart rejoice

With hope greater than bud-bloom filigree

…December’s air woos where the children laugh

And delight spills like sunbeams or star-dust

To older hearts where peace its joy imparts

And heaven woos us once again…to trust

© Janet Martin

Come, 'tis the season for celebration! Last night we attended Victoria's School Christmas concert; This always ignites delight; the choir of beaming faces and pure, young voices cannot help but woo us to the manger!