Month: February 2024

The Birth of Jesus

‘Twas a holy starlit night
As the winged angels took flight
To proclaim the good tidings –
The arrival of the one true King.

To the shepherds in the fields,
They appeared in all their glory,
And told them not to be terrified
For they had brought news of joy.

They spoke of the Savior’s birth.
He who is the Messiah, the Lord.
And then, they revealed a sign –
In a manger, lay a little child.

A child, wrapped in bands of cloth
In the city of David, this day, was born.
He who was, Himself, the Light
He, whose words, would be the guide.

Then all the heavenly hosts sang,
“Glory to God in the highest heaven,
And on Earth, peace among
Those Whom He favors.”

With that, the angels went into the yonder.
Leaving the shepherds talking in wonder.
They, in turn, left for Bethlehem
To see what had been told to them.

So, it was that they all went in haste.
And found the Child that in a manger lay.
They saw the Parents – Mary and Joseph
And told them what the angels had said.

Everyone who heard them was amazed,
And the shepherds returned full of praise,
Singing of God’s glory as they had seen
All and as it had been told to them.

Mary, too, heard the shepherds,
And she treasured all their words,
And in Her heart, She pondered them.
They said that the Savior was Her Son.

And after eight days had passed,
The Little Boy was named Jesus –
A name that was given by the angel
Before He was conceived in the womb.

This is the story of the Messiah’s birth.
Not in a palace, but in a humble manger.
This is a testament of God’s love
Through Jesus, He brought hope for all.

Gravity and Me

One beautiful day, I was strolling down the street
With the breeze in my hair, a song on my lips,
A skip in my step and my eyes towards the sky.
Imagining shapes in the clouds floating by.
When, all of a sudden, She crept up stealthily,
And I found myself lying flat on the hard concrete
After stepping on a discarded, unheeded banana peel.

Then, there was that day, when I visited the library
Hoping to read a book and borrow another three
Debating between Robin Cook and Agatha Christie,
Or, maybe, an Isaac Asimov would be the best for me.
When, who should espy me? Yes, it was again She.
And there I was heeding to her as She called me,
As I stumbled and tumbled down ten stairs painfully.

And, I can never forget that lovely dinner party
With food so scrumptious and wine that flowed freely.
As the skies outside turned rosy with the Sun setting,
The music was turned up and everyone began dancing.
When five minutes into the prancing, whom did I meet?
Confound it! You’re right – it was my “bestie”; it was She.
As I landed on the floor instead of my heeled feet.

Yes, we’re in a special relationship – Gravity and me
Except, we’re not like chocolate and strawberries.
I may think I can hide, but She’s too good at seeking.
There’s just no chance of avoiding her or escaping.
Like Fevicol, She’s stuck on me permanently,
And every encounter when She shows up gleefully,
Unfortunately, ends for me distressingly – O woe is me!