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Night has stretched its star filled blanket over the little town of Bethlehem
Crickets singing in harmony, orchestrated by the breeze, rustling wheat stems
Shepherds are watching over their flocks
Captivated by the beauty of the full moon when there is no cloud

Town is vibrant with visitors from near and far
Kids are playing tags in the alleys built of clay mud walls
Mothers are humming sweet Hebrew lullabies 
Missing their own cribs, babies will just cry

Pain has been excruciating not lessening my joy
Of seeing the promised one, my very own boy
Joseph has been knocking at every and each door
They offer no care  but shrugging shoulders and snubbing ignore

The time is near and I just picture the mansion I would want
 for the birth of Emanuel, the very blessed Son
Where are my many servants to wrap him in silk
To anoint him with the best fragrant emulsion elite

I wish I had a feather filled bed cushion, 
a wooly sheep skin; as soft as the angel who once paid me a short visit
I wish I could  prepare a comfortable bedding
for my precious  Jesus magnificent coming
Oh my Jehovah, the pain has increased
Where I am going to deliver your prince?

Look! Joseph is pulling our ride inside
At last, I no longer will be giving birth under the staring eyes
Joseph come help me, bring me some hay
Don’t worry about dusty floors, I really need to lay
Bring me the manger and a piece of dry cloth
As I was wrapping him, didn’t he open his beautiful black eyes?


God, how I wonder in your awesome ways
I am a mother who worships his son
You blessed my life with the curse undone 
You are the  splendid king who has always won

Thank you my Father, for promise fulfilled
For my very own eyes to see the Son of God unveiled!

November 19, 2015
Written for Christmas with Christ - Poetry Contest
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