But for…Thoughts…of Bethlehem…

that detours the flood of gray

The pressure of personal mayhem

would surely cause…decay

Just when I feel my lowest

I spy…that Shining Morning Star

Moving upon a blue-velvet hostess

to Your earthly dawning…afar 

Heard is the choir of heaven singing…

o, so glorious, marvelous and pristine

amidst shepherds and kings kneeling

rendering an emblazoned scene

And as I recall the Beauty of Your Birth…

Your Love, an...Unconditional Pearl

I am filled with indescribable mirth 

for You saved all...from a hell-bound twirl

Thus, not only in yuletide but every day

ere, my troubled mind…transcends

escaping the snares that line my way

with gilded , Thoughts...of Bethlehem

LK 2:1-20, MATT 1:18 – 2:11

copyright; jmsbell 12/8/2021