Mary sat astride the donkey,
being great with child,
Jesus sat astride his donkey,
being heavy with anticipation,
Riding Into Bethlehem,
in the dark of night.
Riding into the Holy City,
in the light of the day.
Joseph followed alongside,
humming.
Crowds lined the way,
chanting.
A soft breeze
cooled them gently
Palm branches
waved wildly.
Only quiet
welcomed this family.
Children sang,
people shouted.
A humble manger
awaited a baby.
Expectant throngs
awaited the Messiah.
Only the expectant parents knew
Only Lord Jesus truly understood
the time had come for her to deliver.
the hour had come for him to be glorified.
The Star above bore witness
to the birth of a King.
The Sun above bore witness
to the death of the King.
The host of angels sang,
filling the heavens.
The empty rock
echoed across the hills.
Glory to God! He is born!
Glory to God! He is not here; He is risen!
J. Beaty