He lay across his
mother's arms
Dressed only in swaddling
Close to her heart


She nestled Him
Angels had proclaimed His birth
The star of Bethlehem had shone


He was born in lowly station
With quiet animal eyes observing
The birth of a King


In the end a cross cast its shadow
Across the form in her arms
Tortured, cruicified, dead


In fine linen shroud
He was laid to rest
In a stranger's tomb


Boulders split
The quaking earth proclaimed
The Son of God


Richly now
Centuries sing out the Alleluias
Rejoice for He is risen as He said



By Joy (Joy3032@aol.com)

 



Watch these pages for more poems by Joy.
In the meantime, click the links below for other poems and stories by the authors at Lara's Den.


I Can See His Face

The Kite That Got Away

Choices

Ode To The Wild Prairie Rose

City Streets and Flower Carts

Fickle Spring

Kindness

From My Rocking Chair


And.......for many others, click the index image.



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