John F. McCullagh
Nativity Scene - Poem by John F. McCullagh
It seemed an inauspicious birth,
another mouth to feed on earth.
A stable in a crowded town,
the only lodging to be found.
Caesar Augustus had decreed
a census of his realm proceed.
As Bethlehem is David’s town
Its narrow streets were filled with sound.
Perhaps a midwife helped the girl
Produce the Savior of our world
Bringing forth her child in pain,
so that we might salvation gain.
Their little donkey oversaw
the baby swaddled on the straw.
Mother Mary did her best
to nurse the baby at her breast.
A whispering of angels may
Have directed Sheppards where they lay.
A conjunction, seeming like a star,
might lure Magi traveling far.
A folk in darkness witnessed light
Upon that primal Christmas night.
Blest be the child of Mary’s womb
And faithful hearts that give Him room.
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