MERRY CHRISTMAS

A CHRISTMAS STORY

Little ones--picture this sight:
Bethlehem shook, shivered
as Child born that night

Inside  stable--the real Body and Blood,
inside His little chest, enough warm love  
to make water out of snow,
to engulf whole world, wholly blest
with gifts--eternal Heart-flow 

Roused from unblanketed sleep
by angelic music of highest fidelity,
groupings of old shepherds and sheep
found their way to barn, breathlessly. 

And warmly and warm,
seated on frosted grass
they attended
first midnight mass

animals knowingly bent
their knees to witness
most spectacular event:
birth of the One
Who am, which God had sent.

Watch what happened next!
They rode in with the wind--no
scooters, but on camels--sat

three smartest guys
one totally black,
one with squinty-eyes...
gifts in their sack.

Many weeks, many miles
they had day and night
 followed slow-moving 
sky light 

and now gazed,
amazed--
at Most Bright...

Lamb of God met
face-to-face with 
 blind mankind. 

Sun rises
sun sets.
But this Son
would shine forever.

During brief span of time,
barely third of a century
he spent humbly sublime.

He found donkey and mounted.
Rode through crowded street.
"Hail, King" they shouted.
Thousands people did greet
along the way--as by now

that little babe, 
child of wonder
had become a man.

Only a few days later body broken asunder
he died to loud sounds--
tympanic thunder.

Curtain ripped and
dropped. Earth moved.
Darkness descended.

a life
suddenly thwarted 
in a single moment 
stopped

--and started


--by Steve E
edited and reposted from december 2012