Falling Bridges

The greatest miracle in days of yore unsurpassed, two millennia past or more a carpenter by trade, Joseph by name was betrothed to Mary, a virtuous dame Joseph, proud of his virgin, unbesmirched beamed when their banns were recited in church Mary had a visitor who descended in light when the angel spoke she cowered in fright "Fear not, chosen one, there's a child in your belly, You'll name Him Jesus, unless you fancy Kelly." "How can you be sure? I've not been with a guy." "Must I spell it out? His father is God most high." When Mary told Joseph he was caught off-guard to accept Mary's tale was decidedly hard his intended, purportedly as pure as they come was with child from another; a soon-to-be mum An angel of God appeared in splendor: "Joseph, to no mortal did Mary surrender." now, Joseph was righteous, obedient to God ahead of the wedding date they then tied the knot his family, deprived of a wedding reception snickered: "What's with Joseph? This is clearly deception." The newlyweds were obviously broke Joseph told Mary: "My wife, don your cloak We can't afford to pay taxes to them we'll go to my birthplace; it's called Bethlehem off they set with Mary on a donkey for days on end over the hills of Galilee All the tax evaders had crowded Bethlehem not an inn in the place could accommodate them Joseph begged as well he was able one innkeeper showed them a stable in amongst animals, vermin and filth Mary, the Virgin, to our Savior gave birth she wrapped Him in cloth to protect Him from danger laid Him gently to rest in a hay-lined manger Humankind then and now reaps the advantages that Jesus has come to mend falling bridges