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Christmas Poem: Thoughts on a Christmas Card
Author Dr. Virginia M. Kimball
Date 12/23/2008
Never did she notice damp limestone walls
steamed with moisture by nearby oxen breath ...
neither did she mind the huddled sheep's baas
nudging one another by the horse's stall
neither did she shoo chickens' loud fervor
clucking, clucking for coming time to roost
nor did it matter upon a hay's mat
warmed by wee lambs for a long night's labor
woman's work birthed in this cave's shelter
nothing new to happenings in a barn
flickering lamp, waiting as long hours passed
no surprise for creatures knowing darkness
only as the new morning light outside
crept into dark morning's sudden, soft cry
did Mary sleep, her tiny babe at breast
embracing new creation's light arrived,
cosmic lit by angels and star above,
quiet glow of tranquility and love
bucolic scene, our Christmas card so grand,
happiness and joy, singing in the land ...
yet can we forget, as time and years roll,
the prophet's words still nagging at our soul?
"The ox knows its owner,
and the ass its master's crib,
but Israel does not know,
(and the people of our land),
God's people don't understand" [Isaiah 1:3]
O, creation's Lord, bring us back again
to glory a mother's baby began.
The Mary Page: Christmas Poem: Thoughts on a Christmas Card Date 12/23/2008 Article ID: 3844
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