Shepherds, angels, starry night

The sounds of birth

An infant’s cry

Swaddled now

In the arms of earth

 

Stable, manger, oxen stare

Wood and straw

No room elsewhere

Smell of cattle

Earthen floor

 

Lowly men and lowly beasts

Eyes and hearts

Contemplate the humble scene

Each one chosen

For their part

 

Blood and water, mother’s tears

Hope for tomorrow

Prophetically to reappear

In a distant day

Of darkest sorrow

 

So unfolds the mystery

A last caress

Between the Three

Then Heaven invades history

WORD BECAME FLESH

Copyright Cheryl McGrath, Bread for the Bride, 2012