God's Scribe Poetry Selections
One Cold Night
The cold wind blows strong against the rock walls of the cave.
She holds the child in her arms. His tiny body shivering from
the cold. His small lungs fighting to take in air. His arms,
now freed, fling wildly to and fro, as do his small wrinkled
legs. She looks into his eyes, and he into hers. What is she
to say, what is she to do? As the sweat is wiped from her brow,
tears begin to flow from her eyes. She is physically, emotionally,
and mentally exhausted. And her journey has just begun! She can't
take her eyes off this child. This precious, glorious, beautiful
child before her. Her husband, silent, and barely moving, stands
like a soldier beside her. She glances up at him, only to find
the same confusion in his eyes that now engulfs her heart. He
places his hand on her shoulder, and looks at the child he has
been given. What is he to do? What is expected of him? This child,
this heavenly creature, is not his child. How is he to treat him?
How is he to raise him, knowing it is not his son? Is he to raise
him? The child looks up at him. He seems to know, to understand.
A small whimper escapes from the baby's mouth. Followed shortly by
another, and then another, and then a cry. She instantly brings him
to her chest. As the child, now calm and still, nurses from his
mother's milk, she looks once more to her husband. And he to her.
Their eyes are now locked. They understand, together. They must
raise this child, protect him, teach him, love him, until he can
be returned to his father, to his teacher. They understand. They
are to become a family, one family. He, Joseph, to be the father.
She, Mary, to be the mother. And, Jesus, the child, until he is
ready to fulfill God's plan. They understand. Joseph leans down and
gently places a kiss upon the forehead of the babe he is to call son.
And Mary follows his example. Baby Jesus smiles at them both. For it
was on this night, that love was given in the form of a tiny, helpless
child. A gift to all the world, and a blessing to the two special people
chosen to guard heaven's most precious treasure.
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non-personal use is forbidden.
She holds the child in her arms. His tiny body shivering from
the cold. His small lungs fighting to take in air. His arms,
now freed, fling wildly to and fro, as do his small wrinkled
legs. She looks into his eyes, and he into hers. What is she
to say, what is she to do? As the sweat is wiped from her brow,
tears begin to flow from her eyes. She is physically, emotionally,
and mentally exhausted. And her journey has just begun! She can't
take her eyes off this child. This precious, glorious, beautiful
child before her. Her husband, silent, and barely moving, stands
like a soldier beside her. She glances up at him, only to find
the same confusion in his eyes that now engulfs her heart. He
places his hand on her shoulder, and looks at the child he has
been given. What is he to do? What is expected of him? This child,
this heavenly creature, is not his child. How is he to treat him?
How is he to raise him, knowing it is not his son? Is he to raise
him? The child looks up at him. He seems to know, to understand.
A small whimper escapes from the baby's mouth. Followed shortly by
another, and then another, and then a cry. She instantly brings him
to her chest. As the child, now calm and still, nurses from his
mother's milk, she looks once more to her husband. And he to her.
Their eyes are now locked. They understand, together. They must
raise this child, protect him, teach him, love him, until he can
be returned to his father, to his teacher. They understand. They
are to become a family, one family. He, Joseph, to be the father.
She, Mary, to be the mother. And, Jesus, the child, until he is
ready to fulfill God's plan. They understand. Joseph leans down and
gently places a kiss upon the forehead of the babe he is to call son.
And Mary follows his example. Baby Jesus smiles at them both. For it
was on this night, that love was given in the form of a tiny, helpless
child. A gift to all the world, and a blessing to the two special people
chosen to guard heaven's most precious treasure.
All rights reserved, © "Freudy". Copying without permission for
non-personal use is forbidden.
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One Cold Night
One Cold Night
