L i g h t o f C h r i s t m a s
Homesickness had him tossing, weeping private tears
To cry in front of Papa would bring disgrace,
of that he was certain
"My son, my little man,
Sleeping in the fields was getting old
Home, just wanted to go back home
Light, almost hurting eyes through sealed eyelids....
Must be moonlight--can't be the moon--too, too bright
Bright enough to shatter a boy's lonely dreams
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Soft light, casting a glow on a stable .....
Curiosity has him peering, seeking better view
Animals encircling wooden manger, watching
Like the boy, entranced with scenes unfolding
Infant, human babe in new-born slumber
Is the boy caught up in dreamland, too?
Angels, Papa, (even animals?) agreeing.....
This babe is the Savior come from God
Heaven's light shining in a boy's heart
Awakened to eternity's good news
Awake, alive, aware that God is here
This stable, that star, silent witnesses.....
The Promised One to shepherds appeared
Had the boy cried child's tears in the night?
Longed for home? Shivered in fright?
Forgotten now, the tremors of a boy
Replaced . . . . . . . . . . with Light of joy
[ by: Connie Faust, Copyright © 2009 (email@example.com) -- submitted by: Connie Faust ]
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