On a Bed of Straw

Only time flickers with reflection, from a day when the sky smiled, and the wind kissed the skin of sinners, as they listened to the leaves softly whisper, beneath a cross of salvation. When the soft breath of butterflies, washed over the rising fragrance of flowers blooming, as they filled the sky with vibrant colors of motion. Now freed from the binds of time, we are forgiven for the darkness in our souls, by an infant born in a bed of straw. Under a smiling sky. How fortunate we are to receive such generosity, from this child of light. He came unto this earth to teach us and inflame us with his holy touch. He changed the world forever with his timely birth filling our hearts with faith, he flooded ocean gates and granted pardons and forgiveness to all who just believed An infant born on a bed of straw beneath a smiling sky so we could celebrate a joyous day, called Christmas Day A commemoration for a gentle man who saved us all He was a perfect man who walked this earth for only a short time ,but in that time he performed miracles in the name of his Father. He left behind a legacy that lives until today, " Love your neighbor as yourself " He is a reflection of all that is decent, merciful and good. A reflection of his Father. In our imperfections, we pray that we may walk in the way of giving, thanks to him for being born. An infant born on a bed of straw, under a smiling sky, born long ago, now smiling down on us. He gave his life as a sacrifice, so that we may live. A Christmas Poem by Mystic Rose/ Frederic Parker