A poem in Free Verse
Long ago I put aside the known and comfortable,
setting about on a journey toward my own Bethlehem.
I passed through hills and valleys,
met harsh winds and biting cold,
struggled to go on.
Heavy with expectation, I continued,
shepherded by a dream of hope,
guided by an angel.
Now I have arrived at this destined place,
a lowly shelter outside the boundaries of my life.
Blessed peace comes here near journey’s end.
I am ready for the birth of something wonderful in my soul.
I swaddle my young and tender faith in white warmth,
lay my life gently down on the hay,
look up at the blessed star above,
and a song of glory rises in my heart.