On a secret eve
long ago,
Pregnant Virgin-Ark
came walking
Into Bethlehem,
whilst guided
By Joseph her
cloud and torch bright.
As time came for
womb’s fruit to bloom
They sought out a house
of dwelling;
Yet place there
was none for them,
Since town’s inn
had all rooms filled up.
Yet little did
those parents know
That He the holy
unborn child,
Had made
reservations for three
In advance, before
time began.
So entering into
stable
There Mary –without
pangs- gave birth
To the most
beautiful baby
Who was mother
nature’s artist.
Laid Him she did
in a manger,
So that all could
flock to adore.
Yet besides Mary
and Joseph,
Only four-legged
beasts paid homage.
So hurry O
shepherds, make haste!
Chase that star of
thy desire!
For though time
nor place can stop thee,
That tender babe
longs for thy smile.
So go to Him who waits
for thee,
Who longs for thee
in veil of bread,
And who doth lay
within thy soul,
And in the heart
of brother thine.
For that stable’s straw
may be gone,
But its door will
never be closed;
Since Bethlehem's
stable though one,
Is found in one
town which is three.
25th-26th December, 2014.
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