A golden star hung in the sky,
And sang to the child a lullaby.
So sweet a song, that the boy did sleep
Alongside the donkey and bleating sheep.
Fresh hay, so soft, was his cradle bed,
Within a cold and damp cattle shed.
And his Mother, in her deep joy, wept,
As vigil over here babe, she kept.
A golden star hung in the sky,
And shone so bright to signify
That here did lay a Holy King,
Who gives us life everlasting.
© Ernestine Northover
As a lullaby or a sweet melody Ernestine, , beautifully written and a joy to read Take care Love duncan X
Beautiful and touching...the contrast of His bed of hay, his mother's love and His royalty...just perfect, not sweetly sentimental but tender and loving!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am in tears reading this, Ern. HE deserves a very nice and a comfortable room, but HE wanted it that way. in a humble situation...Ern, this is so beautifully done, so touching, so lovable and everything..And you deserve a hug from me for writing this. I am blessed to have read this excellent piece.. Love and hugs, Meggie