The Christmas Present …

A holy child

is sleeping;

born beneath

an eastern star;

the promised one, the saviour,

The Messiah.

No silken canopies

enfold this royal cradle;

no rich accoutrements

adorn His birthplace –

in this lowly stable ..

where He lies –

the King of Kings –

in His mother’s arms.

She is weeping ..

Does she visualise

a crown of thorns

above His infant face

for our redemption –

and His gift of love

and grace;

her son’s sacrifice? …

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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4 Responses to The Christmas Present …

  1. planaquarium says:

    Once again, our souls had the same thought today! This is breathtakingly beautiful, thank you.

  2. atomsofstars says:

    Good morning, Planaquarium ..

    Well, thank you so much … I’m rather embarrassed to read such praise .. you’re too kind.

    All good wishes for a most Happy Christmas for you and all your family and for all readers of this poem …

  3. Levent says:

    Hello Marya,

    A belated merry Christmas and a happy new year!

    My best wishes,


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