Haiku of wonder
When a king is born
the stories must reflect it
with wonder and awe.
Apart from angels,
this narrative is humble,
with a common cast.
Comes to Bethlehen,
the tradie with his girl-bride,
about to give birth.
A shed out the back
of a packed-out small-town pub.
Nothing flash in that!
A son is born, wrapped
in cloth strips and put to bed
in a feeding trough.
Shepherds get the news:
the Messiah has been born,
look for a baby.
This will be the sign:
a baby in a manger,
in David’s city.
The shepherds decamped
to see for themselves the child,
as they had been told.
They told ev’ryone
about the child, the one born
to save his people.
©
Ken Rookes. 2018
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