Dreaming of Bethlehem's Stars
Eleven days before Christmas, as we were singing, " A Child Is Born"...
fluffy snowflakes came down and they were as big as white popcorn.
Surprised mom yelled, " Run to the window, they are more beautiful than snow flowers
and daises... " Go, catch some into your warm hands and dream of Bethlehem's stars!"
Astonished as those shepherds watching their sheep under the starriest sky,
we saw pretty snowflakes not a wondrous star followed by the three Magi.
They kept on falling and floating like dry leaves on a December's cold evening...
when carols were played on a church organ that was taller than any ceiling.
Merrier than angels announcing Christ's birth, we stared at His bright stable...
and what we felt was the humbleness of a King whose love was so ample.
Once again, we ran back to the snow-dusted window and looked into the quite sky,
among the gleaming snowflakes: a golden child appeared asking for a happy lullaby.
Entered in Francine Robert's contest,
" A Winter Couplet "
My theme: First Snowfall
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