Sword (A Christmas Poem)

Sword

With your birth, a sword
was driven directly down
to the deepest depths
of the darkest dirt.
(But His mother's breaking heart
could not contain eternity)
When finite flesh brings the infinite to life,
a mother feels the earthquake
that awakens her shattered soul.
Could the Light of the World be contained
in a womb?
Wouldn't it spill
out of the cracks
as it burst wide open her heart?