Christmastide
The heavens rumble above the shores of silent Galilee.
One star is brightest, calling Sages and Shepherds
To wander and wonder.
The echo builds as it flows down River Jordan
Then claps loudly, awakening souls throughout the Old City
A roar swells as it travels south toward Bethlehem,
All the earth groans with the heavy pull, gravitas.
The young virgin aches, pain crescendos.
The wave rises above the ancient Inn,
Cresting over the manger, then it breaks.
Love rushes on the shores of our Father’s Promised Land.
An infant King cries; a tired mother touches His hand.
The force pushed back the darkness that night
Jesus’ birth, a Christmastide.
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