Setting out in the early dawn
As the stones of the fire
Had grown cold like some of our hearts ~
Clearly upon this path,
Courage was required.
And yes, we did start
At the breaking of dawn
And the banishing of dark.
And the birds started singing ~
Every robin, sparrow, Blue Jay, and lark.
Now…. untold days later,
Following the arc of
The star of Bethlehem,
And with each warning fire
Our hearts were inspired
And cold hearts warmed.
Yet upon the lightening-lit-horizon
Dark storms swarmed
As upon our path
Beleaguered travelers forlorn followed us ~
Something terrible had happened,
Each one of them had sworn!
They told tales of a mother
And her child who had been born,
How he grew into a man
And ended up with a crown of thorns.
It had been just the day before,
Or so we were told,
Or it is lore ~
That he was hung upon a tree
And all our sins He bore.
Now the mother grieves as
All she can do is mourn.