Our feeble eyes were shut to the caress of the night
but a virgin’s cry tears them apart.
Soon, the harps and tamborine calls to us all.
It was somewhere in bethlehem.
Shepherds abadons their flocks
and on a star, the astrologers rode forth!
There, lying on a manger, we saw the infant child!
treasures dances to her own lullaby, and we kept smiling.
Yes, it is the birth of our King.
© Ugbo Onoriode
CHRYSOLITE CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEAR POETRY CHALLENGE