Holy Birth
© all rights reserved to Monica P 2001
On a night that was crisp and cool,
There was a murmur on the air -
All the eyes of friendly beasts stayed awake,
As nightingales sung out a tune to the world;
The haunting spirits woke from their sleep,
The wind whispered their thoughts over goodness having had become brought;
The words were told to those near and far,
And the world looked up to heaven and asked for a guiding star;
Lo and behold enough prayers were sent in order to make God light a torch!
He lit the heavens in order to give the world their arch angel,
And the orbs shone bright as they floated over the holy still,
In order to mark out a place where there was good and no ill;
Three wise men spied the stars move,
“Lo! A sign! God has spoken for the next divine!” they cried,
Before they picked up their travel bags and stalked the stars as they moved -
Stalked with horses who were footed and not horseshoed;