adrift
in a meadow
of starlit rain

the hidden dance
of a geranium
symphony

gifts the valley
with a hope
anew

a soft spoken
promise

from the
bill of a crane

Mary....
how did it feel,
when the Spirit of God overshadowed you?
And God within you began to grow?

Joseph...
how was it to know
you must raise the Son of God,
not your own flesh and blood?
Were you afraid to fail,
as so great a task before you stood?

Shepherds...
how did you feel when you saw
Heaven opened in glorious, blinding Light,
with myriads of angels
singing in the night?
Did it fill you with fright?

Wise men...
how was it to travel
through dust storm, heat, and cold,
mile after mile,
following the Star
wherever God would lead?

Donkey...
how did it feel to carry the mother of God
upon your back so broad?
How did it feel to watch Him laid in a manger bed?
So humble.
So small.
So mild.

How did it feel for all of you who witnessed
His humble, yet glorious birth?
Were you filled with awe and wonder?
At the meek beauty of the King of Kings,
born in a stable?
Did you bow before Him in reverence,
and worship Him?
For He who was laid in a manger bed of wood,
will later die for you upon a Cross, so crude.

This Child you look upon
is the Saviour of everyone.
So yes....
Gaze.
Look upon Him.
With awe and wonder.
The Son of God in a manger.
The Son of God.
Your Saviour.

How harsh is the Winter!
How bitter the cold!
Icing up roads.
Biting fingers and toes.
So cold.
Bitter is the cold.
Is there any sign of relief?
Is there any retreat?
Oh, how I long for the summer heat!
Bitter is the cold.

Driving down the Winter road,
with eyes fixed forward.
I behold...
Warmth and wonder in the skies!
A bright orange glow
shines down upon the snow.
Its brightness fills the sky.
So very full.
And this bitterly cold day,
is suddenly
transformed.
By the warmth and wonder
of brilliant orange light!
Oh, what a glorious, glorious sight!
Is the Winter sky.
So softly bright.

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