En Route To Bethlehem Poem by Valsa George
En Route To Bethlehem
On a bleak and frosty night
Vexed and weary two travellers rode
Along the pathways-craggy and ragged
From Nazareth, trudging miles on end
Full pregnant, was she with child
Mary -the Virgin, suffused with Spirit Holy
Divinely ordained to bear the Godly Prince
Conceived before, she had known her spouse.
Abiding in Heaven's Providence n' care
They had rode past miles behind
Far too fatigued by the trip
Mary, now badly needed a place to rest.
Heading towards the blinking lights
Not far from the city's guarded gate
Joseph sighted a tavern-small
Perched high on a tiny hill
A sense of relief beamed past
They have come at last to the journey's end
Finally found a place to rest!
An interim home away from home
Tethering the donkey outside the gate
Joseph helped Mary alight the brute
In eager search, he hurried inside
With Mary, following with faltering steps.
But the couple, to their dismay found
Within the tavern, room, there was none
For many a man had gathered round
To halt there on that freezing night
Sundry folk from surrounding lands
Had reached Bethlehem for the annual census
Tradesmen selling clothes and cheese
Nomads of varying clans and clime
Petulant camels, braying donkeys
The place was littered with man and beast.
The tavern small, so packed to full
Had no more space to harbour the crowd
Mary and Joseph, though dejected,
Were encamped within a manger- warm
With tender concern, Joseph joked,
To ease the strain on Mary's face
"Gaze upon this palace of gold
Where a son shall soon be born to us"!
Mary smiled a gentle smile,
Humoured by her husband's jest
Under the gaze of tethered hosts
In veiled privacy of the midnight gloom
She gave birth to a radiant child,
The great Redeemer to all Mankind
The star studded sky suddenly glowed
With a rare brilliance never beheld
And a celestial voice trailed along
Delivering ‘tidings of joy' to the globe around!
this poetess showed own calibre of love to Him Full pregnant, was she with child Mary -the Virgin, suffused with Spirit Holy Divinely ordained to bear the Godly Prince Conceived before, she had known her spouse.
A seasonal poem that reminds us of the great infant`s birth. But for his subsequent suffering Jesus`s would have been a different story. Right narration of the sequences, names of the characters recalled and smart rendering are great about this poem. En route to Bethlehem! What next?
To my mind the virgin birth is a symbolical story - goodness arising out of purity. A story well told.
Ah! What a poem! Thanks a lot as you wrote a poem on birth of a great person, Jesus, the savior of mankind.I respect him very much.
Gaze upon this palace of gold Where a son shall soon be born to us" ! Mary smiled a gentle smile, Humoured by her husband's jest.......feeling of delight in spite of arduous journey is well executed. Beautiful poem that attracts me to read over and over again.
The arduous journey of Mary and Joseph to Bethlehe has been so touchingly and incisively inscribed here. The cocluding stanza is much impressive.Thanks for sharing.10
The star studded sky suddenly glowed With a rare brilliance never beheld And a celestial voice trailed along Delivering ‘tidings of joy' to the globe around! Simply wonderful.
Bursting with a beauty that is incarnational! Well done my friend!
The best ever of heavenly things......Valsa......composed so finely......you are a great soul sent to assuage many a soul.......may God bless you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 10:55:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
you are all in the Christmas mood! Our Indian Kundhi Devi also should have suffered like this when she was impregnated by the Sun, but she was still spinster when she gave birth. What kind of atrocities she should have gone through in our culture based merciless society! After reading your poem, the above thought simply surfaced, that is why I wrote. As usual this poem is good!