Posted by Admin on 25 May 2006, 12:00 am
Housed amidst the lowing kine,
Mary suffers, bears a son:
with love glowing, yet not knowing
God’s great work on Earth’s begun.
Star led thro’ the silent night,
shepherds at the door attend:
stand in rapture, know a chapter
of their lives has reached its end.
Wise men from afar pay homage,
gifts before the manger lay:
light divine on faces shine,
His halo turning night to day.
While the Holy Child lies sleeping,
tranquil by the Virgin’s side,
those men elate initiate
the festival of Christmastide.
T. C. Hudson
© T. C. Hudson.
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