Passing Joy

I scout the land

In search of joy

Cold snow crunches

Beneath my feet

Crisp winter air

Exposes each breath

I press on in the cold

Suddenly, ahead I see

An angelic glow

Good news of great joy

A crowd of shepherds

Passes my tired frame

“Joy in a manger,”they say

I shake my head and press on

Fatigue tugs at my body

Legs ache with each step

Cold wind pierces my skin

Bright star high above

Against black canvas sky

My shadow visible

On snowy white ground

Magi approach

Our shadows cross

As they pass my tired soul

They speak of great joy

In one born King of the Jews

I press on in search of joy

Knee-deep snow

Slows my pace

Wind-blown snow

Pierce’s my face

Half-frozen, I look ahead

A warm glow of light

Visible in the dark of night

I press forward

Soon before me stands

A tall tree rising high

Adorned with lights

Gold bulbs glisten

Silver tinsel twinkles

Below it all

Beautifully wrapped gifts

I fall to my knees

There before my eyes

A package with my name

I tear off the wrapping

Open the large box

To reveal inside

An empty box

With heavy sigh

I stand before that tree

I turn and press on

In search of joy

But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of great joy which will be for all the people; for today in the city of David there has been born for you a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. – Luke 2:10-11 (NASB)

When they saw the star, they rejoiced exceedingly with great joy. After coming into the house they saw the Child with Mary His mother; and they fell to the ground and worshiped Him. Then, opening their treasures, they presented to Him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. – Matthew 2:10-11

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