Sonnet for the Nativity

Photo by Burkay Canatar

A Poem by Kristine Amundrud

No airy portico where Christ was born

But stable of such filthy rotting stench

Cold stone where hay and fodder did adorn 

Emmanuel whose love in time would quench

this world where man has fed and nursed on sin

Messiah placed with purpose in a trough

The Jesse tree proved God would be sovereign

Naively, second coming to be scoffed

The shepherds seized in crispness of the night

by symphony of strong angelic host

Divine collides with human–thus delight

The paradox is such that we should boast

Appoint me shepherdess under the stars

With eagerness, desiring who you are

Kristine Amundrud is a wife and homeschool mom to three kids, living between the Rocky Mountains

and Prairies of Alberta, Canada. In the busy day to day, she’s pursuing healing through story work and

writing. Kristine hopes you will find traces of God’s immeasurable goodness in the words she shares.

Connect with her on Instagram @kamundrud.