Two Tiny Voices

One tiny voice cries on throughout the night,

Amid despair and anger acted out,

‘Til those outside the walls hear every shout.

Two distant hearts, in fit of rage, take flight.

Approaching sirens split the evening sky.

Amid pain and confusion, voices calm

‘Til soothing comes; the touch of healing balm.

In strangers’ arms, the babe ceases to cry.

Then likened to a bird without a nest,

The little one stays here awhile, then there,

Instinctively desiring love.  But where

Could someone without someone’s love find rest?

     One tiny voice cried on throughout the night

     Amid the bits of cloth to shun the cold

     And damp.  For long ago in days of old,

     Each innkeeper blew out his welcome light.

     To think, that the Creator of the earth

     Took on Himself an earthly form and face

     And we beheld Him, full of truth and grace.

     Yet those He came to save denied His worth.

     Then likened to a bird without a nest,

     The King of Kings stayed here awhile, then there,

     Expressing love as only God can share,

     Knowing firsthand the need for peace and rest.

          The unloved humbly washed His holy feet,

          The palms of His hands dispelled rejection,

          Our hearts lifted with the resurrection;

          His compassion and love became complete.

   

               So now, let us adore this holy Child.

               Said Jesus to each man, “Come, follow Me.”

               I AM the poor, the longing to be free,

               The weak, the helpless babe, the one defiled.

                                  ~ae  12/11/2001

“For God

 did not send His Son into the world

 to judge the world,

but that

 the world should be saved

 through Him.”  

                   ~John 3:17