Cast Up A Highway
|Posted on December 22, 2016 at 7:50 AM||comments (0)|
I took a little walk today; a walk down Bethl’em way.
Was dusk when I arrived, but noisy chatter was alive.
Many were searching shelter for the night; tired donkeys with heads hanging down
bearing well laden bags of many pounds.
I headed off to the south of town
and found a path on which to veer.
Continuing on until no longer
any noises could I hear. Then
T’was just the star studded sky and i.
A call for stillness halted my feet.
Raising my eyes brought the glory of the night
My heart began to quiet at the marvelous sight.
Sacredness, Oh Holy Night! Yes, it is so sweet!
Not too far off I see a small building;
It’s a stable occupied by more then just crttters.
Indeed leaning against a bale of hay sat a woman
just given birth to a special Son. He is the One.
Indeed a Son of the sweet and the bitter.
For this moment in time, He’s just a sleeping babe.
My eyes will not move from the tender face.
Silent and holy is this night of mine.
No pressure, tis not a race; no raucous laughter
But a holy space grabbed out of time
Beautiful scenes created by the skilled hands of Sharon Burke