Resubmitted to Old Christmas Poem Poetry Contest sponsored by Constance La France
Placed 8th in : No. 1264 New Poem Only Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand "Let the breeze of Christmas Spirit Blow in time and space, all seasons, Melt the heart of all men with peace For them love and care to adorn." By author. ********************************************************************************************************** The Light Of Nativity A bright star was born in the sky On the night of Nativity Dazzling viewers` eyes up so high At Bethlehem with piety; The resplendent light spread wide and far Heralding birth of the Lord`s Son And brightened hearts of man afar For many predestined reasons; A small babe laid in the manger Revived the delight of shepherds The pure joy of Virgin Mother And of learned men there gathered; The Saviour was born on that night Amidst the snow-capped Holy Ground Sublimed by the shining starlight Where Christendom sprouted around; With wreaths of peace and piety The Lord`s unique and Only Son As symbol of divinity Was greeted amidst the season; Hailed by the chimes of the divine bells Amidst the tunes of sublime hymns The Messiah was to foretell Godly changes in space and time; The Saviour was born on that night To lead His shepherds to the shed To brighten their life with true light Away from dull darkness, instead; The Divine Son of the Lord Was visited by distant kings And learned priests who did afford Gems of sublime missives to bring; Over time the Lord`s Son dished Words Of love and peace to His Shepherds Divine words to nourish the soul And make a man a human whole; He uttered words of piety To relish deep fraternity In the midst of calm unity From mouth of His Divinity; He taught words of sincerity Gushing from His own purity With sublime stories to His shepherds Who hailed them as gems of rewards; He fanned the gem of faith and trust Of shepherds in the Trinity In His Father`s Grace as a must And in human true dignity; In time by some traitor`s slant voice He was betrayed in torpid noise And nailed on cross from head to toes Amid the din of pensive woes; Yet with heart of a divine dove And woeful whispers of true love He did forgive the sinful hands Who nailed a divine living Man; Shepherds and the smitten Mother Grieved the death of His Only Son While onlookers vied with pleasure The burial in a warm season; Yet on the morn of Easter Day The stone cover of the grave Was found rolled away on the way And none the dust and bones could save; The Lord`s Son had flown to Heaven Where rests His Soul all again To watch shepherds from His Mansion In peace human life to sustain; On divine Nativity day Let`s chant hymns of his divine fame Let`s us mark it as a special day And honour His godly name.
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