A road often traveled
migrants and the meek
against all odds
serenity, peace
the quiet longing of the villagers
the blessing every family sought
Those who feared his voice
struck at Jesus and his teachings
they may have crucified his body
not the teachings of love
wisdom and esteem
a Palestinian Jew himself
in the heavens he weeps to this day
the Zionists have not stopped
not stopped at all their evil ways
their hardness of heart endures
The son of the universe
of humanity, divine presence
an outstretched hand for all
he has spoken two thousand years before
Kings and Zionists still deaf
this Christmas time of peace and love
I whisper softly
In the voice of Jesus
as white doves circle
above the manger of birth
he whispers compassion, he breathes kindness
and Bethlehem is born again.
Where's that Bethlehem?
I toiled hard to find out that
It's right in my heart.
The birth place of Jesus
not a sound could be heard
the celebrations cancelled
surrounded by soldiers
the village living in fear
Christmas carols
only sung in silenced hearts
the oppressed shiver
with candles in the dark
snipers lurking in their nests
what dear child pray tell
will they shoot next?
The star is rising
Celestial unique event
Miraculous light
Object or phenomenon -
astronomical angle
The Star which led the shepherds to
that miracle so long ago
is what they saw at last to view-
this light of lights unveils its glow.
For there, our Savior Christ was born
to gift that beam which sets us free
to live with grace- awake each morn;
within that light forever be.
And so that Star of Bethlehem
which guided shepherds with their sight
became the promise passed to them;
spread far His Light unveiled that night.
Star of Bethlehem shines on our forehead
It’s pulsations are unmistakable
Heart being by sublime magnetism led
Our steely resolve is unshakeable
Akin to the blossoming of a rose
Or the play of light we see at sunrise
God weaves His magic, while we’re in repose
And we view each hue in childlike surprise
The divine energy grid goes alive
Epicentre of bliss is everywhere
To the music of spheres, nodes within jive
Our formless awareness is self-aware
Soul’s role is to choose to burn in this flame ~
Becoming living light, in life’s end game
The Only Star for Me
I gaze into the starry sky
I am bewildered, day gone by
I wondered how this could be
Is there not a star just for me?
Another day, another night
I cry out LORD, please give me sight
Then the night shined clear as day
When a bright star lit my way.
The only star for me
Shone at night, all to see
Bethlehem, the Kingdom come
On the cross, salvation sum!
Written by Stacey Brown
November 2, 2022
Poetry contest, The Only Star For Me
It was a busy night in Bethlehem,
Visitors arriving by the score,
Since Caesar had declared a census,
To tax the people more.
A Jewish couple arrived in town,
Searching for a room to stay,
But there was not a single one,
To be had that fateful day.
The woman's name was Mary,
And her child would soon be born.
Her husband's name was Joseph.
They were both so weary and worn.
They were led to an empty stable,
Where their donkey and they could stay.
Then Mary went into labor,
And Joseph began to pray.
The Son of God was born that night,
A manger for His bed.
No pomp or glory was offered Him,
As the world lay slumbering instead.
Angels appeared to shepherds,
Lighting up the sky.
"Glory to God in the highest!"
Messiah, God's Son is nigh.
The shepherds with their sheep in tow,
Set off on their lofty quest,
To find the One of whom the angels sang,
Until then they would not rest.
They found Him lying in a manger,
His mother and Joseph near,
The shepherds knelt and worshiped Him,
The angels' words remaining clear.
This holy child was Jesus,
Sent from heaven above,
Sent to redeem us sinners,
God's greatest gift of love.
1/9/22
Bethlehem was sold out except for the stable.
Christmas story, the snowy swaddle of a babe.
His prophetic lineage, as old as Father Abe.
Healing, forgiveness of sins - wholly capable.
Star light, star bright, the brightest illumination
of all the stars, the sun, the moon and angels.
Hear trumpets blow and choir of Christmas bells.
At the brink of breakthrough, presenting salvation.
Father God looked on as his son, the earth received.
The devil was aware and went into murder mode,
was afraid to be stepped on, for his head to explode.
The roundup of shepherds and wise men believed.
Star light, star bright, the brightest illumination
of all the stars, the sun, the moon and angels.
Hear trumpets blow and choir of Christmas bells.
At the brink of breakthrough, presenting salvation.
11/28/2021
ABBA Quatrain
Sponsor Caren Krutsinger
November or December Quatrain Poem
Bethlehem, Jerusalem;
Two, Lead!
Bethlehem, Jerusalem;
.... Victory!
O' Baby of Bethlehem
Birth until the nation
Father of all creation
Almighty ole Holy One
Merciful gracious baby boy
Your future as our Savior
A truth not a maybe
Birth unto the nation
Father of all creation
Almighty Holy Son
O' Baby of Bethlehem
12/25/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Make my heart your manger, Lord
Emmanuel now dwells with man
Lowly stable, holy child
Let your glory shine*
Make my heart your temple, Lord
From your throne you came to earth
Light that drives away the dark
Let your glory shine
Star of Bethlehem, may your beauty rise above
any other star within me
Son of Abraham, born of Mary; born of God -
you have come to set your people free
Make my heart your cathedral
A monument to your majesty
Into the darkness of evil
Let your glory shine
Make my heart your empty tomb
Crucify every sin in me
Roll away this stone of gloom
Let your glory shine
Star of Bethlehem, may your beauty rise above
any other star within me
Son of Abraham, born of Mary; born of God -
you have come to set your people free
* Be exalted, O God, above the heavens; let
your glory be over all the earth (Psalm 57:11)
Our Savior is born.
The skies reflect His brilliance.
Holy Christmas morn!
12/24/2020
*Rhymed Senryu*
CRIB OF BETHLEHEM
Do all pets go to heaven? Do they all cross the rainbow bridge?
Do you have to love the stuffings out of them? Pay the toll bridge?
Are they puppies or full grown crops? How will we know it’s them?
Will they be found by our Savior’s side — by the crib of Bethlehem?
Will we find ours, intact with an appetite to be our playmates?
Did they follow the light? Did they make it through the pearly gates?
Those sucker-punched, bruised and broken - surely God them?
Surely your cross trembled in the woods next to the inn of Bethlehem?
Dogs, cats, rabbits, guinea pigs, parrots - do they have souls?
Turtles, fish, snakes - do some face the fiery coals?
Do all pets go to heaven? Are they purehearted blessed?
Surely Lord, as the royal tables laid, they’re found in your rest?
8/17/2020
Contest: All Pets Go To Heaven
Sponsor: Constance La France
Came
came the great one
once upon a time
with the mercy, grace, kind, blessings of God
Gave
gave everything
to save us
to make us civilized
but
forgot
we forgot everything
we forgot our starting and obliterated the ending
we spending time with no meaning
oh the meaningless our journey
today on the stage of blaming garden
Pharisaical mode
digging out the grave of pain
come
come out
o all
to the path of Peace
to the path of Bethlehem
where the divine Mother brought
Godly grace with peaceful name
-January 28, 2020 Chattogram
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