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The Light of Nativity
Placed 8th in :
No. 1264 New Poem Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
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.
Copyright ©
Krishnanand Guptar
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