Haiku of an often told story
There are no records
of the birth of the
Messiah;
just an old story.
An anxious couple
seeking a place of
shelter.
The time is at hand.
In a crowded town,
a stable, strangely,
becomes
a delivery ward.
A baby is born,
this thing of joy
and wonder.
Happens ev'ry day.
Shepherds tending
sheep,
angels winging in
the sky;
a fabulous yarn.
Go and check it out!
The baby in a
manger,
with his mum and
dad.
The infant is found;
it was as the angel
said.
They are all amazed.
The shepherds return
singing, “Glory!”
praising God,
They tell everyone.
©
Ken Rookes 2016
