WELCOME TO MY FIRST EVER BLOG. TO MARK THIS EVENT, I HAVE WRITTEN A CHRISTMAS POEM ENTITLED ‘Christmas in August,’ as I wrote it on August 28th 2023, which happens to be the 25th birthday of my eldest grandson. Happy birthday for the 28th, Lachie.
Hoping you all enjoy this Christmas poem.
CHRISTMAS IN AUGUST.
A little donkey, aching feet,
Joseph shuffling on an unpaved street,
Mary young and quite petite,
But for her bulging belly.
Within her womb, the Son of God,
He who would free the Nations,
would elevate our fallen race
And cause much celebration.
Mary, aching, weary, sore,
cramping as she swayed,
Joseph feeling quite unsure,
A young man, anxious, dismayed.
But God the father had a place all ready, in the wings,
A barn, a manger, animals,
Would greet a new-born King.
As they had no inherent pride,
No need to feel exalted,
Each animal could bleat or low
Their praise…..and not one faltered.
Then, into the din of the animals’ cries,
There burst a sound, a brand new voice.
The Saviour, our Lord, our Redeemer, our God,
Clothed in flesh.
BOW DOWN, WORSHIP, REJOICE.
by Estelle Everingham 28/08/2023.