Richard Beck describes himself as a Winter Christian. You can see his description of what that means here (and it might be different from what you instinctively think). His poetry is at once full of breath AND unsettling.
In the best sense it leaves you thinking...Here's his piece about the nativity...
The Night is Not Silent - Richard Beck
the night is not silent
in the bloody violent city
the dark corners
weighty and full
with wailing and lamentation
from wounds
some fresh some festering
both of body and mind
the night is not silent
as people are broken
under heavy oppressive yokes
tears testify and bear witness
to frustrated blind rage and grief
how long?
how long?
the night is not silent
as these mutely endure
brutalization and beating
for paralyzing fear
yet lift screams within
of horror and despair
the night is not silent
for unto us
a Child is born
a Son is given
this One to be
the Prince of Peace
amen yes amen
glory to God in the highest
but still
hush quiet
and listen
the night is not silent