Monday, November 29, 2010

A King Is Born

Prelude--Joseph Ponders
And Joseph pondered and was sad of heart
For his beloved Mary was with child.
Her virgin purity! (His teardrops start.)
Her uncrushed-petaled-sweetness, and her mild
Sweet womanhood seemed suddenly as naught!
He could not understand, but this he knew:
He would not shame her openly. He thought
To put her quietly away. When to
His harassed thoughts a Heaven-sent answer came--
An angel, smiling, said, "Be of good cheer
For that which Mary bears partakes no shame--
A Son of God, born to a virgin here."
So Joseph pledged her troth, and love and peace
Were theirs while waiting for the Lord's increase.

To Bethlehem
Upon the little donkey Mary rode
With Joseph striding manfully beside.
The little creature sensed a sacred load--
Was Mary not his kindly master's bride,
Now delicate in health! He picked his way
And stumbled not, avoided every stone.
He loved to hear her laugh, but as the day
Wore on, he often heard a stifled moan
Within her patient yet pathetic voice.
Her Joseph's smile would cheer her, and his kiss,
His "Courage, Mary," bade her to rejoice.
(Could Heaven, she wondered, be more dear than this!)
Her babe would wear a kingly diadem--
They must push on and soon reach Bethlehem.

Nativity
The little donkey did his very best
But every movement brought a cry of pain,
Then Joseph took her in his arms to rest,
But very soon they started on again
For Mary urged, "Press on. My infant son,
He must be born where prophets have forsaid,
In Bethlehem." And when, their journey done,
There was no room for Mary ... nor a bed ...
She went exultant, sweet, but not forlorn,
Began travail with only Heavenly king.
So in a hay-filled manger He was born--
The King of Kings--amid a stable's din.
The little donkey gave a reverent nod,
For he had carried here the Son of God.