Zacharius

There came to me a vision
From out the wondrous sky
That filled me with foreboding
Till I heard the reason why.
My wife would have a baby
A son be ours at last
A joy that we had hoped for
For many years long past,
And yet, I asked  the Angel,
How this could ever be,
My wife and I were aged
Too old for a family.
“It shall be as I promised”
The holy seraph smiled
“The Lord has it command
Your wife shall have a child,
And he shall be a Herald
This boy that you’ll call John
And bring the news of Christ himself
To each and every one.”
But then the Angel noted
That I doubted yet his word
And ordained from that moment
My voice should not be heard
The silence is now over
With the coming of this morn,
And all here may rejoice it
For my son, John, is born.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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