A simple beginning.
Christmas is for children,
For them the Christ child is born.
A simple birth in simple setting,
Amongst those who faced life alone.
The animals in the manger, a shelter
Built to ward off the unexpected storm.
The buyer filled with common feed,
The dried grasses dormant bundles of hay.
Cows and mules therein, tied, lest they stray.
The shepherds came with their sheep
To see where the prince might lay.
The light subdued, in shallow lamp, cast
Its soft radiance to point the way.
The Magi, wise men who watched, waited,
Came upon their journey long, in hope.
They too were expectant in this birth
That life would bring a kingdom new.
A simple birth, a simple beginning.
Children found faith and trust in such things.
When we age we often fail to look
Upon the lowliest event, or to find
The deepest meaning therein.
Know that God will often speak
Within our hearts and minds that sleep,
That we might retain that openness.
For we may share that wondrous thought,
A gift is given without pause.
A child is born and life begins refreshed.
We are children who rush toward unknown ends
Yet, if we stop and observe we might learn,
There is a better place so close
In truth and hope that our life may be new
Dec 14/02 © Will George