I ponder upon the alabaster porcelain babe
Sleeping, still, as a virgin mother stares unblinkedly in adoration,
Kings and shepherds, alike, frozen
In wonder and worship to His purity,
As ox and mule figurines look on,
Forever in unchanged curiosity,
And I contemplate Gabriel’s message,
One, two thousand years ago;
Imagine the melodies harnessed by the choir of angels;
I think about that radiant star; such splendor hung in the night sky,
Guiding Kings and shepherds, alike, to the lowly stable-
Baby Jesus, the divine misfit, slept peacefully in his humble cradle.
Copyright © 2009 by Mariella Rivas
