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Gloria in Excelsis Deo

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Staring at each other past the silent wind
Wondering what they had just seen:


“It can’t be! Must be something in the food
That triggered this psychedelic scene!”


“But let’s go and see: remember when of old
The prophets promised One from David’s mold.”


“Manger? King in a box of animal spit?
The Lord in dirt is Evil’s last dirty trick.”


“But what if what we watched here were real?
Won’t we miss out on Bethlehem’s best deal?”


“No! I have my sheep and darkness calls for sleep
Plus, where to start to meet this folly? Which dung heap?”


“We can search the town, picking out honest owners
Who would have met the 2 peasants, missing the bonus.”


“Yeah the melody rang deep in my tired soul
Like a December hearth fighting winter’s ghouls!”


“Let’s go! Let go of all. Didn’t you hear the GLORIA?
God will surely take our feet to where His Son resides.”


So, curious, excited, scared, confused at the vision
They set off, one to guard the sheep, the rest on mission.
Round Bethlehem they went, past angry side eyes on streets,
To snarls from banging doors till they arrived at His feat:
The Lord of Heaven, stripped to a swaddled sleeping infant
And they believed, and relieved, broke into the angelic chant:

(c) nyonglema

Others, sadness

I hate messes too

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What if Mary and Joseph had come to you on Christmas Eve? 

A donkey a man and two people in a woman. 
Navel points to dust as if to say: "Imminent". 
Winter's frosty bite's is too much trouble 
And if I give in to this sweet talking strong man, 
I might find myself therein rather imminently. 

For what whining with new life clatters through 
The halls of a hotel, where sleeping souls seek
Solace, won't yank them out of wrangled slumber
To complain, keep the gelten bag, then shoot 
A notice on my place: "Flee the Plague"? 

What if Cerberus licks baby and mother's 
Face in hearty welcome to where none seeks it? 
What to do? What to say? What to think, 
As soldiers enquire "Did he really smother?"
and "Why?" Oh it causes me to tremble! 

Tremble, tremble oh soul of mine!
Let them go to the next hotel in line
For trouble's in the side-view mirror, 
Urging me on to walk into imminent horror
But wisdom's mine: "Go! Goooo! You'll be fine!"

(c) nyonglema
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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

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Two thousand years later, and we still long for the star
Of Bethlehem shining over our worn with work eyes.
And though love and joy and hope may seem far
Remember this season that: Love can thaw all ice,
That joy falls aplenty like a paddy of rice
That hope was born that day, but never it dies
If you share the love, joy and hope like He who brought that star.

To you and your families and loved ones, near or far,
(To the lonely take the joy to other lonely lives),
May He be born this Christmas  within your hearts and hearths
To guide and guard. Merry Christmas and Happy New Life next Year.

(c) Nyonglema

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The Chosen Father #Joseph #Christmas

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Oh Bethlehem of glorious fate,
You through love became so great,
For within your walls in lowly plate
Joe’s heir laid down His Godly state.

The gusty winter blew in the cold
As wife and Son in his cosy hold
Sought the heat cold morn denied
As if the manger’s shame to deride.

Loud clouds told the shepherds how
From Heaven to cradle God did bow,
And jump and run with sheep did they
To see the Saviour curled in hay.

In wisdom, three the star did see
And off to worship the Lord went they
To Herod, then to stable where
Joseph received gifts and wisdom rare.

And in that darkness shone that Light,
Of the world from that lowly site.
And Joseph, Mary, Jesus slept
In peace while God their spirits kept.

(c) Nyonglema

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The Chosen Mother #Mary #Christmas

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Oh Bethlehem of glorious fate,
You through love became so great,
For within your walls on stable bare
Mary lay her Babe in yester year.

The gusty winds of winter tide
She warded off as best she might:
With shards of cloth she swathed the Boy
Who brought Salvation to lack of joy.

In dark dull fields the light was lit
As shepherds, sheep got on their feet
To sing along to heavenly praise
And rush to see the King of Grace.

In foreign land some saw the star,
And left their own to travel far,
With gifts to honour and wisdom too,
They knelt and prayed the King of Truth.

And Mary watched her first born sleep
With Love, the wise, shepherds and sheep.
She got the mystery the angel voiced:
“Most glorious blessed, my Master’s choice.”

(c) Nyonglema