
…the time came for her Child to be born. And she gave birth to her firstborn, a Son. She wrapped Him in swaddling cloths and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
Luke 2:6-7
Stillness seeped through my heart,
the night they said the cattle lowed,
but I did not hear the animal’s sounds;
my own heart’s music was a rhapsody
of great joy mingled with anticipation.
Joseph said the moment He arrived
not a sound was heard in the cave,
a make-shift sable, where an empty
manger stood awaiting my Son’s
arrival; tears flooded my hot cheeks.
Within seconds He lay in my arms,
a son, just like the angle told me.
A nation had waited for Him for so long.
Yet, in this very moment He was just
my newborn and in need of nurturing.
He had my undivided attention, my Son,
who one day I would share with a
multitude of others; that would call on
His name. He would be their Savior.
For now, this Child is mine alone.
