Short Swaddling Poems
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The light of the Sun
nuzzles the verdure of Earth
with gold fingertips
of chlorophyll-induced warmth
like a babe in swaddling cloth.
Softest pack for swaddling,
Mary's blood rich swollen womb cradles Christ,
embryo wrapped grace of God.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, December 19, 2015
A brother and a sister, united,
beneath the welcome warmth
of our swaddling clothes
until our mother’s
uncontrolled anger
make us bitter foes
for the rest of our lives.
Fireworks up in the sky I see
Bold colors divided up tee
Winds colored by shadows up high
Memories of yore scribbling scores
Scintillating wraiths of anchors
Stalling, swaddling tight on my thigh.
Black
satiny, ebony
dashing, unbridling, entertaining
formal tuxedo, athlete, wedding gown, chalk
snowing, swaddling, sparkling
cottony, sudsy
White
Written April 29, 2021
O heaven covers
the baby like a blanket yonder star
Embrace eyes ever smiling
Christmas miracle
Baby swaddling Wrapped
Saving the world baby boy
God With Us
Jesus
12/25/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2019©
Hope Zona Man's okay, didn't get an overdose of pricks
Uh please excuse, cactus thorns, sharp pointy things, oh fiddlesticks
Let's just call them tiny daggers
Making JJ scream and stagger
Just wrap him up in swaddling clothes, this raving lunatic
Long before he donned the garb of terror
in his twisted mind, ‘no error’
He lay in swaddling clothes in his loving mother’s arms
a purveyor of charm ~ tender ~ incapable of harm
In the city of David,Bethlehem,
beaming stars spread across the sky,
lights reflecting from all nooks,
cool breeze with twinkling elements,
ramshackled stead enveloped
with clusters of shimmers.
Baby Jesus wrapped in swaddling cloths
but engulfed with eternal glory,
the honour that abounds forever.
Dear God
In the sundry scatterness of truth
And the sultry pillage of the brute
Bind me up again
In swaddling rags
And burial ointment for the pain.
For through death
I shall approach my birth
Better than a resurrection
Of lilies
From the immortal bulb
Of only faith
Dear God
Let me be consumed in you.
Rounded corners and soft edges
Come to us
Like white geese waddling
Small babies swaddling
Without knowing
them as gifts
We are
Much deeper
Than our borders.
Past skin and heart
And long into the soul.
We are all and ever only
Wishes from before
And we are all and ever only
Dreams of something more.
New born
in swaddling clothes,
I,in this manger,lay
for you to see and digest,this
new day-
...still
unsaid
aloud,unread
or incunabula-
hours old,perhaps by grandchildren..
re-told
Note The earliest printed books are called incunabula ( Latin for swaddling clothes).They
resembled the manuscipt they superseded.
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I.
straw-scratched cheek, small fist
clenched—did angels warn you how
manger splinters pierce?
II.
kings kneel, yet you grasp
a shepherd’s calloused thumb first~
a carpenter’s thumb
III.
cold stable, warm breath.
God wrapped in swaddling—waiting
for nails, not our praise.
Wrapped in pretty paper,
Trimmed with ribbons and bows.
The grand gift of Christmas,
A babe in swaddling clothes.
From a manger to the cross,
Humble birth, so too the end.
There was no room in the inn,
Opens the greatest tale ever penned.
Now we celebrate His birthday,
With caroling and lighted tree.
A season filled with giving,
Yet, the grandest gift is free!
To wake without alarm--
That would be nice.
To go out early once
Where the cardinal
Is already up,
To shed the night wrap
And swaddling house
To go out early once
Without a cigarette
Or coffee cup,
Before some obligation
Calls me indolent
And back inside
To compromise
On schedule,
To go out early once
To feel the leisure
Grace of welcome--
That would be nice.
Our Lord arrived a tiny bundle
swaddling cloths to keep Him warm.
They laid Him in a manger crude,
this tiny human form.
His blessed Mother Mary
knelt beside Him there that day
And Joseph stood in awesome reverence
filled with wonder and dismay.
In this Child, this tiny One,
God sent us our Redeemer.
Yes in this Child, God's Holy Child,
man would find a Savior.
Sherrie was loved, felt it every minute
Her mother was a cuddler, a hugger,
She had a good heart, and was kind
She never wanted to grow up
But she did grow up, and became a terrific mother
Hugging and loving her own children
Swaddling them from the world for a time,
Showing them they were blessed and loved.
And her children did the same with their children
Love begets love
We slowly ride this sacred night,
Look back on home below.
The earth is in a swaddling white—
Moon shadows on the snow.
This chosen time now seems just right
In lone star’s afterglow.
It guides our lives on this birth night
And flickers as we go.
.
We’ll follow trails on that new day—
All blessings we shall know
Of inward peace and silent sleigh—
Moon shadows on the snow.
Tristan
Oh, my fuTure grandson may your
days be filled with miRrth…may the creator
of the universe smile upon your bIrth…
I dream of Swaddling you and holding you tight…
safe and sound in mama’s belly, a couple more monThs,
You are blessed, alreAdy, surrounded by love…
May the sun always shiNe brightly on you from above
So many await to welcome you into the world!
BY soon to be,
Granma Jill
Sing a song of holiness,
Pocket full of grace.
Multitudes of angels
Wing about the place.
The skies above are opened
And all the angels sing.
Isn’t that a fitting gift
To place before the King?
The King is in the manger
Wrapped in swaddling clothes.
The queen is at His bedside
Sitting in repose.
The shepherds and the Magi
All bow down and adore
The little Child King
Who we know is Christ the Lord.
Long hallways he preys
Looking for unsuspecting victims
Playgrounds and parking lots
Children going about their day
Avoiding those he knows will swat
The giant in the swaddling cloth
The sting, the bite, fangs fade away
His time to ponder, pause and plot
Against the fence, his belly full
Spies one more chance to strike a blow
But slowly creeping, circumspect
Our knight approaches, cracks his skull
12/08/13
Sunshine rousing cheers echo the day in
As clouds move to blueness
And colors arch over earth
Made anew in rejuvenating pleasure.
A butterfly sings, dances,
And chooses a flowering Daisy’s ring
Of white ray petals reaching out
Between the emerald, green blades,
In prayer and thank you.
Puddles mirror their beauty;
Swelling belly raindrops hang
Swaddling images.
Our Creator sets off with His Grace.
6/27/2024
God wrapped in flesh
God wrapped in swaddling clothes
God is with His all
Gossip the Gospel
The poignant Good News decree
The right time came due
For us all to see
The first part of manger is
Man, Jesus is both
God and Man in One
Sometimes the wrath of The Lamb
He, The Great I AM
Focus on Him now
For He is the Truth, Life, Way
He prepares a place
So do not delay
Follow Him today, this us
Found in This Jesus
And here come the shadows
Swaddling me in its sheets
Until I wrestle myself free
But each time it gets harder
And I want to give up
Until my head pokes through
And my lips taste the air
It moves me to try more
To wiggle free from the shackles
And the clearness tastes so good
Like rain in a cracking desert
But then they turn the water off,
Someone steals the sun,
And once again,
The black shadow creeps over me,
Sucking me inside
OH JESUS CAME IN SWADDLING CLOTHES
KING HEROD NOR
THE REST OF HIS COULD'VE
UNDERSTOOD OR COULD HAVE KNOWN
THAT HE WAS GOING TO BE RISEN AGAIN
FROM HELL'S DEATH SWORD
OH SWADDLING CLOTHES LITTLE DID WE KNOW
THAT GOD WOULD SEND HIS SON JESUS
TO SAVE HIS SINFUL WORLD
ACCORDING TO GLORY
WE RECEIVE HIS RICHES TODAY
THE RICHES OF THIS NEW BORN BABY
BORN THE VIRGINI MARY
OH NOT HAVING ON
A PAIR OF JORDANS
BUT WRAP IN SWADDLING CLOTHES?