One Night in Bethlehem
A stable on a quiet night,
a manger rough and worn.
Near tired sheep with sandy feet
a miracle is born.
Outside, the sky turns brilliant white,
the heavens swell with praise.
Young shepherds stare, then drop in prayer
while angels sing, ablaze.
The music fades, the air grows still,
and darkness falls once more.
Inside, the baby yawns, then sleeps,
as stardust coats the floor.
a manger rough and worn.
Near tired sheep with sandy feet
a miracle is born.
Outside, the sky turns brilliant white,
the heavens swell with praise.
Young shepherds stare, then drop in prayer
while angels sing, ablaze.
The music fades, the air grows still,
and darkness falls once more.
Inside, the baby yawns, then sleeps,
as stardust coats the floor.
This poem is copyright (©) Jennifer Thomas 2024
About the Writer
Jennifer Thomas
Jennifer is a Canadian writer and editor. She is the co-writer of the Invisible Things zine, a collection of poems about the invisible creatures (gnomes, imps, and so on) who inhabit the world of modern kids and get into no end of mischief. Jennifer comes up with her best ideas for poems while she’s walking her dog, and as a result her dog gets lots of walks. This makes her dog very happy.
