
“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
Without disgrace
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,
The garden free,
‘Tween him and the woman
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!”
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
Without disgrace
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,
The garden free,
‘Tween him and the woman
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!”

