THE BABY NEXT DOOR
I saw him the other day
the baby boy who lives
next door
His parents are poor
Hebrews, like we are
He’s swaddled the same
way we swaddle our babies
and he cries and coos
just like our babies do, yet—
the brightest star I’ve
ever seen
shines down upon him every night
and shepherds have left
their fields
just to take a look at him
exclaiming all the while
about angels singing in
the sky
Really? Angels in the
sky—
One day I saw wisemen
from afar
dressed in finery, ride
in on camels
They were bearing costly
gifts to honor him
and actually bowed
prostrate
before his little cradle
I met his mother at the
well, yesterday
Her name is Miriam
(Mary)
She told me they’ve
named him, Yeshua (Jesus)
Yeshua is a fine name.
It means savior
Savior. We’ve been
waiting for a savior—
Hmmmmm…
Maude Carolan Pych
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