Best Creche Poems

The Creche Painter

I am a pine, 4 feet tall;
My needles formed in green plastic;
Tiny lights and tiny gifts adorn me;
While I shade miniature figures of glass.

Glass – hand painted lovingly
By poor, worn fingers, with eyes squintly smiling;
The painter glowing, knowing
Her savior was born a babe,’
But...

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kneel on bended knee
descend Christmas homily
ascending prayers...

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The bright star I saw 
 
Love’s inner crèche prepared 

Ready for Jesus!






© Demetrios Trifiatis
   28 November 2016...

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My love crèche refreshes the niche
Where stacks of bliss
Vie to dish
Out the kind of love fleece

That my love nourishes and brandishes
Clear avenues
Where sorrow finishes
Blues disseminated in news and views

Expected to chart the way forward
In matters of the heart
That reward
The start

To an enriched setting
Enmeshed in prisms...

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