Jennifer Hickey (contemporary), “Baby Jesus”
Courtesy Fine Art America

There must be something good in us
Or else why should the Marvelous
Be of us unvirtuous

Becoming human to be born
Flesh as our flesh being worn
Nor deathly bleeding held in scorn

Vulnerable so to teach
To everyone and yet to each
Eternity within our reach

Why bother with a lowly race
Confront its evil face to face
Draw compassion from its place

But most of all to love appeal
Love as fact and not ideal
Not symbolic, love the real

Discovered in what was a beast
Now immortal at the feast
Of light in heaven, grieving ceased