Last November I wrote a children’s Christmas poem just for fun. It was a countdown poem, starting with ten multitudes of angels, dwindling down to the one baby in the manger. I shared it with my writing friend Laurel, who liked it.
Fast forward to this fall, when Laurel took a job at our church in the children’s department. One of her responsibilities was to help plan the Christmas concert. She asked whether she could use that poem I’d written. Of course I gave permission, we made some changes, and I gave her carte blanche to use it as she liked.
A few weeks ago when I was setting up for a women’s class with the help of our pastor in charge of the technical stuff, he said as an aside, “Your book turned out really well.”
“My book?! I never wrote a book.”
“But didn’t you write the poem?”
Then it dawned on me. Laurel & company must have developed my little poem into a book.
Indeed, that is what happened.
So this Christmas, the little book I never knew I’d written has been distributed to hundreds of kids (the Sunday School children were given copies to help them memorize it for the concert) and on Sunday it will part of the show. That’s a pretty fine early Christmas present, I’d say!
I photographed it to show you…
A multitude of angels
brightening the sky.
“Do not fear,” their leader says.
“I will tell you why.
“To you shepherds I bring news
of the greatest joy.
In Bethlehem is born this night
Messiah baby boy!
Leave your sheep behind you here
travel to the town.
You’ll find Him in a manger
dressed in a swaddling gown.”
They hurry into Bethlehem
as fast as they are able.
On many streets they search and search
seeking the right stable.
In barns they visit one by one
are donkeys, cows, and sheep
but then they hear a baby dry.
“Not all the town’s asleep!”
They race at once toward that barn
knock on the flimsy door.
“Come in,” a voice from inside says,
“What do you come here for?”
The door swings wide, they come inside
watched by four pairs of eyes—
a cow, a donkey, man and wife
who can’t hide their surprise.
The light is dim inside the barn
shepherds can hardly see
but then, by the low lantern light
they make out there are three.
Father stands beside the two
guarding them from danger.
Mother rocks the crying babe
then puts Him in the manger.
Here is the One in swaddling clothes
just like the angel said
in a straw-filled cattle trough
for His newborn bed.
Then countless times they tell the tale
by their excitement driven,
“This night our simple eyes have seen
Christ the Saviour given!
Glory, glory to our God
in the highest heaven.”
© 2017 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)
You might want to check out my friend Laurel’s Toward Christmas blog, where she posts a poem a day throughout Advent (following the stories of people in Jesus’ lineage—sometimes called the “Jesse Tree”)
And now I wish you and yours every blessing of the season!
This post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by Diane Mayr at Random Noodling.