Witness of Christmas
WITNESS OF CHRISTMAS
A long road, a long ride for pondering.
A burst of occasional hee-hawing.
Bumping along, did they sing, did they talk,
this man who dreams dreams, with Mary he walks.
Did the star follow them to Bethlehem,
encircling with golden diadem
the unborn Son of God, who turns with joy
within the virgin’s womb, this tiny boy.
A cold Winter’s opus breathes Mary’s psalm.
Her intended spouse smiles, uplifting palms.
Celestial beings keep watch of night,
alert to the impending birth of light.
Most moms would cringe to lay their babe in hay,
but the Holy Spirit gives His okay,
and this mother, of great faith, swaddles Him
as the stable animals wing a hymn.
Perhaps some alone time with their savior,
before the trail of wise men, create stir,
with gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh
and the meek shepherds arrive with their herd.
Angels all around — history’s witness,
taking turns “Hallelujah”ing a kiss.
Her holy infant son, warm in her arms,
Mary’s unique hold to all heaven’s charms.
12/24/2017
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