Today a light will shine upon us.
For the Lord is born for us.
We may endlessly probe, question and discuss.
But in reality it is, will be and always has been thus.

Last night at the dying of the year I watched a candle burn down to the wick.
Once so strong, so straight, now the flame wavered and died.
And the new candles burned bright, oblivious to their colleague being so sick.
But one day that fate will befall them too despite their pride.

But in that last brief splutter.
I took the flame still bright.
And passed it on easily and without even a stutter.
And so it continued reborn, that light.

Thus our life and light will fade and die with scarcely a sigh.
But our flame will live on to the new year and for ever, our end really is not nigh.