Haiku of the nativity
We love Luke’s stories
with the stable and shepherds,
humble and common.
Joseph, his child-bride,
the journey to Bethlehem,
no place of welcome.
I imagine them;
humble northerners, seeking.
Will we welcome them?
Making folk welcome
is not on our agenda,
Sorry, there’s no room.
In a stable, shed;
an improvised bed, cradle.
Yes, these will do fine.
Wrap him in cloth strips.
Thus they will dress him when Luke
concludes his story.
The angels fly in
with shining invitations
for lowly shepherds.
The shepherds turn up,
take in the wonder; return,
telling ev’ryone.
© Ken Rookes 2021
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