Angels from the realm of Heaven
Shepherd(s) on the field watching
Brightened light moving
And abode on them and their sheeps
In hope and fear;
As they gaze to the sky
They wondered in silence
Since no-one could give remedy to their quest'
A blameless couple seeking;
For a care-home to birth
To lay the Spirit pregnant virgin
But a bed; she found non
A home to lay; non she found
Late at night, in burden she moves,
Pain(ed) with a Child that wants to leave her womb
She refuse the digression of her mind
By remembering that, 'there's a reason'
'It's my Labor of love'
Close-by, they went
Only to find a 'cold' 'crowded' manger.
There she lay in fidelity and humbleness;
With the sheeps' staring with smiles;
As She birth the 'Greatest Love' ever born.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem