Sunday, December 20, 2009

The First Creche

The fire light
casts its soft glow
on Mary's face
as she prepares
for the birth of her son.

The animals wait too
in quiet anticipation
for the new baby
that will soon be sharing
their manger.

Scholars watch the stars.

Shepherds sleep in the cold.

In another place
and another time,
brought together by worship
and sacrament,
a poor man named Francis
gets on his knees
and worships the Savior.

4 comments:

Linda S. Socha said...

Beautiful and touching. I deeply appreciate your approach to spiritual writing
Linda

Dymphna said...

Thanks so much, Linda!

TACParent said...

Beautiful. I like how you capture each characters different perspective/experience.

Dymphna said...

thanks!

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