Sleep in Heavenly Peace

Get the list of groceries.

We need a gift for…

Wait!  Who’s got who?

Did we get everybody?

Get in the car.

I said, get in the car!

Where’s your other shoe?

Stop whining; we’ll get lunch out.

Everybody buckled?

No.  No candy.

How many times will you ask?

Answer me!

Let’s sing a song.

No. Batman has nothing to do with Christmas.

I know…  C’mon, let’s sing!

Ready?

     Silent night, holy night

     All is calm, all is bright……

Sirens screamed.

Emergency vehicles carefully penetrated

the mob of people.

Panic subsided

but not altogether.

The bridge offered no place to go

Some fell.

The weak, the elderly,

the children,

unable to escape

the pressing crowds,

the violent mob

driven by fear.

Desperate cries for help

diminished

leaving only cries for mercy…

     …‘Round yon virgin, mother and child

     Holy infant so tender and mild…

Cribs lined up along each wall.

In the dim light,

lay colorful blankets

mended with loving hands

for the little ones.

Bits of cloth and yarn

caressing their tender skin

as they breathe in

and out

ever so softly.

Little ones

unaware

they have no home.

It is evening,

Bottles warmed

and babies fed

on schedule.

Loving hands care

gently, tenderly,

with tough love,

refreshed with hope

offered from the manger

because there was no room

in the inn.

Tomorrow will be

a new day.

     …Sleep in heavenly peace,

     Sleep in heavenly peace.

~ae

“And everyone was on his way to register for the census, each to his own city.”  ~Luke 2:3