The night was not so silent:
In the bustling streets
Crowds pushed and poked
With shoving elbows and trampling feet
Men cursed
Dust choked
Indifferent to a woman heavy with child
In desperate need of a place to sleep
The little town was not so still:
It’s streets and houses overflowing
With one night standers, out of towners
Compelled together by Roman decree
Eager to reclaim their normality
The shrill shouts of merchants intertwined
With the noise and smell of humanity
For trade was brisk and coins flowed free
The virgin mother was not so peaceful:
Her young face etched with pain and fear
On her lips a voiceless prayer
Her womb, its patience spent,
Pushing, heaving, stretching,
Sharply signalling its intent
Amid the turmoil of the dung strewn street
To expel her child right then and there
The Child’s face was not so radiant:
Stained with the blood of newborn birth
Tender untouched flesh
Trembling in the sudden cool
Untried lungs gasping earthly air
A cattle trough to lay his head
His holy Presence barely noted
By passing crowds with minds elsewhere
The world was not so joyful:
No shining golden trumpets
Heralded this King’s advent
No pushy journalists jostled for a view
Or flashing cameras recorded the event
Just a few poor peasant shepherds
Whose witness was devoid of worth
The world too busy to pause and ponder
Another common Jewish birth
SO….for just a brief few moments:
Can we put aside the Christmas cards
With their sparkling pretty nativities?
Can we forget about turkey and tinsel
To confront our sad reality?
Can the man in the jolly red suit sit down
And the merchants cease their endless clatter?
Can the social networks take a break
From their numbing and distracting chatter?
Can the politicians just for once
Step back from their cherished limelight?
Can the Christmas lights all be dimmed
And the tree forego its dazzling spotlight?
For unto us this Child was born
And unto us this Son was given
This Holy Prince of Peace
This God of Living Light
Stands amidst our frantic frenzy
This noisy chaos we use to disguise
That we’re really running all on empty
We need Him now as we did then
When first He came to dwell with men
Let’s take one united collective breath
For just a single shining moment
Let towns and cities be at rest
And let the starry night be silent
Let’s ask the questions we can’t forget
Let’s weep for what we lost
As we kneel to worship God made flesh
And wonder why He loves us yet !
© Cheryl McGrath, Bread for the Bride, 2014 Copyright Notice: Permission is granted to freely reproduce any Bread for the Bride articles in emails or internet blogs, unaltered, and providing this copyright notice is included. To permanently display an article on any static website please contact me for permission.
the angels praised and the shephards bowed and mary pondered all these things in her heart,saint nikalouse gave all he had and more for the poor,all is not lost when remembered with joy,the star shone the wise men searched,so must we.shut out the clatter and remember the joy,and He is risen!!!!!God bless us everyone.
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Wonderful! The first of its kind, I have seen.
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Blessings to you in abundance.
CM
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Pointed and beautiful. No CHRISTmas without Christ!
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Thanks mrteague!
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Oh my this is wonderful Cheryl. I would like to reblog next week if that’s OK with you.
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Hello Ben, Yes, I would be honoured, please go right ahead, and thanks for asking!
CM
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This is an amazing poem mum, I love it! Can I post it on Facebook (with your copyright) ?
Lisa
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Hello beautiful and amazing daughter, fancy you turning up here. Of course you can post it, anywhere you like. See you soon! Mum
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May I post on my blog?
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Yes, of course, feel free!
CM
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