Friday, December 25, 2009

He Felt Cold

He felt cold.
The first strange thing…
And he shivered like a God had never done.
He felt hunger from the journey
Such an unfamiliar weakness
Something wanting
Something needed
And—as feelings go—another unknown one.
He felt rigid pain, swaddled cramping.
Heard the sounds of sobs and shouting,
He saw those too poor to matter as they gathered mute and awed
And the smell of field and fold knelt around his newborn soul
As they worshiped him and wondered how a baby could be God.
No one interfered to hinder their first uncertain touch:
“He’s a human! and so fragile!”
“He's a human--one of us!”
“Why would God trade endless splendor for a vapor and decay?”

He felt cold.
It was morning.
Another first—a very early, cold and hungry Christmas Day.

I wrote this very early Monday morning--December 21, 2009...and adapted it for the
Three Word Wednesday Prompt-Rigid, Journey, Hinder I posted it here, because I wanted it to be up for Christmas Day.


aftergrace said...


Carina said...

I love it! Very true and very moving.

anthonynorth said...

A nicely done story. Enjoyed that.

Dee Martin said...

So lovely!

Tumblewords: said...

Ah, very nice!

ThomG said...

simply beautiful and a great reminder of the real meaning of the season.

b said...

Beautiful image. Thank you.



Oh Sis! You did it again...moved me to tears.

Jeeves said...

Nice one

Americanising Desi said...

and you tickle the chords of my heart!

Rigid Stains

Americanising Desi said...

May the joy and peace of Christmas
be with you all through the Year.
Wishing you a season of blessings
from heaven above. Happy Christmas