at dawn

Last night I played this one more time, from Heather's celtic Christmas album:

O come, O come, Emmanuel

Thinking about a Christmas haiku this year, I kept remembering the first one I wrote, about fifteen years ago. I was in the novitiate then, on a path to be a priest with the Dominicans. But this feels even more appropriate for this year:

At dawn the star fades,
the barn filling with birdsong
to waken the son