Holy Innocents

“TO
MEN
OF
GOOD
WILL”

There can be no peace,
If not of good will.
There can be no race
For those who stand still.

Only she, full of grace,
Could share in the miracle,
Anything less
Would be sinful, satirical.

To magnify
Her soul prepared
By God, her spirit -
Never ensnared.

“Blessed art thou…”
Gabriel hailed,
And at that moment
The enemy railed,

For he remembered,
In the garden free,
Between him and a woman
God placed enmity.

But, who the woman?
God did not tell,
Then Gabriel’s “Ave”
Shook the depths of Hell.

And Satan screamed,
Turned on a wing,
To offer some peace
And will good to a King.

“Yes, some peace.” Herod said,
“And good will…
I’ve a right to my reign,
If some Innocents I kill!”