21 December 2009


My last post referred to elements from a Christmas poem. Here is another which I especially like. It's called, simply, 'Nativity'.

When God decided to be bones and skin and blood like us
He didn't choose a palace, nothing grand - no frills and fuss.
He slipped in through the back door, with the straw and hay and dust.
He just became a baby with no choice but to trust.
And love us without question, as every baby must.

But Creation knew the wonder of this tiny newborn King.
The crystal depths of space were touched, the air itself would sing.
The Word is flesh. The silence of the glittering stars is shattered. Heaven rings.
The sky blazed wild with angels, whose song was fire and snow.
When God lay in his mother's arms two thousand years ago.

Jan Dean

What an amazing thing this poem reminds us of. Emmanuel, 'God with us', a helpless baby. Born to a seemingly unremarkable young girl in a stranger's stable. And the sky 'blazed wild with angels', announcing His coming. God's gift to a world suffering then and now - and a heavenly host sent to announce His arrival. Can you imagine how incredible it must have been?

No comments:

Post a Comment