A-Poem-a-Day Until Christmas...
My first Christmas poem.
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A BETHLEHEM MEMORY
Israel Pilgrimage II, May 1987
O
little town of Bethlehem
how
still we see thee lie
from
the wheat field of Boaz
this
pleasant mid-spring night
A
zealous band of pilgrims
tracing
footsteps of the Lord –
with
hearts ablaze to praise
One
so worthy to be adored
We
huddle at the circular
stone
threshing floor for wheat
with
eyes fixed on the little town
so
Christmas tableau sweet
We
look around for shepherds
as
the sun is going down
while
to the strumming of guitar
we
lift the joyful sound
of
our voices unto Heaven
to
give our gift of song…
Every
carol that we know
is
offered by the throng
The
evening is so glorious
we
do not want to leave –
Our
dinners may be getting cold
but
here our spirits cleave
The
darkness slowly deepens
as
dim starlights appear…
twilight
glows with hymn-song
while
in reverie we veer
back
to the old, old stories
of
the night of Holy Birth
Each
of us is enthralled by
this
blessed bit of earth
In
the distance, the townsfolk
begin
to light their lights
for
the routine of living
in
this simply awesome site
We
wonder, do they ever kneel
to
kiss the hallowed ground
where
they spend their everydays?
Do
the amber fields resound
with
ecstatic jubilation?
Do
stars shoot sparks of praise
for
the glorious Gift given
that
precious day of days?
O
little town of Bethlehem…
this
night we’ll always treasure
Echoes
of carols, memories
will
remain forever
Pure
joy overflows our hearts
for
Bethlehem’s Babe, Our Lord
was
born here to save sinners…
Jesus,
Savior of the World!
Maude
Carolan
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