by Christal Ann Rice Cooper
The farmer’s cave, Isolated from every lighted place, Withstood the harsh of winter Where the Baby’s cry could be heard. The royal men left their palaces To ask King Herod about the Baby’s birth but they trusted only the chosen poor traveling by day on their decorated camels, by night dwelling in the comfort of their silk tents Finally, within two years, They discovered the House of Joseph When they saw the Toddler Boy They smiled The frozen ice visible on their skin, Shining like diamonds in their beards.
Christal Ann Rice Cooper identifies herself as a Jesus-loving and Gospel-relying person. She is a newspaper writer, feature stories writer, poet, fiction writer, photographer, and painter. She has a Bachelor’s in Criminal Justice and completed all of her poetry and fiction workshops required for her Master’s in Creative Writing with a focus on poetry. She maintains a website at www.chrisricecooper.com
She, her husband Wayne, sons Nicholas and Caleb, cats Nation and Alaska reside in the St. Louis area.