Tuesday, December 19, 2023

"A Bethlehem Memory"

 A-Poem-a-Day Until Christmas

The following is the first of many Christmas poems I've written

and shared with family and friends for over thirty years...

A threshing floor in Bethlehem

Photo credit: bibleplaces.com


Israel Pilgrimage II, May 1987


O little town of Bethlehem

how still we see thee lie

from the wheat field of Boaz

this pleasant mid-spring night


A zealous band of pilgrims

tracing footsteps of the Lord –

with hearts ablaze to praise

One so worthy to be adored


We huddle at the circular

stone threshing floor for wheat

with eyes fixed on the little town

so Christmas tableau sweet


We look around for shepherds

as the sun is going down

while to the strumming of guitar

we lift the joyful sound


of our voices unto Heaven

to give our gift of song…

Every carol that we know

is offered by the throng


The evening is so glorious

we do not want to leave –

Our dinners may be getting cold

but here our spirits cleave


The darkness slowly deepens

as dim starlights appear…

twilight glows with hymn-song

while in reverie we veer


back to the old, old stories

of the night of Holy Birth

Each of us is enthralled by

this blessed bit of earth


In the distance, the townsfolk

begin to light their lights

for the routine of living

in this simply awesome site


We wonder, do they ever kneel

to kiss the hallowed ground

where they spend their everydays?

Do the amber fields resound


with ecstatic jubilation?

Do stars shoot sparks of praise

for the glorious Gift given

that precious day of days?


O little town of Bethlehem…

this night we’ll always treasure

Echoes of carols, memories

will remain forever


Pure joy overflows our hearts

for Bethlehem’s Babe, Our Lord

was born here to save sinners…

Jesus, Savior of the World!


Maude Carolan

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