December 24-28, 2019


in all our silent Bethlehems

asleep within the lonely dark

hope seems vainly occupied

to wait for Who has come

in comfort coddled softly warm

devoid of life, of flame, of joy

we look for spark at last ignite

the flame our fear has doused


yet we do not run as shepherds did

when by angelic host encouraged

sped their way to Davids town

rejoiced to greet the Lord of hope

nor worship we as magi would

wandering far over starlit sands

past palace fair to humble home

devoted whole to new born King


All Our Silent Bethlehems
A poem by Peter Rhebergen

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