Sunday, December 21, 2014

This One Night

The moonlight sways and cradles the land,
While voices mumble and fall to the dirt,
"There is no room here."

Her back bends,
her face practically touching the fur she sits on,
The donkey,
He walks on.
Carrying the woman with the sacred womb,

The man
He rushes from door to door,
Eye's pleading, but brave.
Until finally the dust settles
And one man points to the space that he has

For them.
There was one place.

Straw coated in mud,
Windows of splintering wood,
This ground, these walls, nothing special
until
This night.

We think we are better than beasts,
cows
sheep
pigs
      But yet
They are the ones to make room
As a young mother falls to her knees
panting and wailing
Trembling with pain
Not knowing yet
that her son would also be taken from this world
     trembling with pain.

She cries, she pushes-
She is scared.
But the man holds her tight,
Somehow
They don't feel alone.

As a piercing diamond illuminates the sky
It's white light falling onto them like silver drapes

And her pain is soothed somehow
melting into the
Silent night
Holy night.

And then
The air around them bows
and folds around the stable.
The blood that runs through her veins now spills onto the ground
This same blood runs through His veins
as the Christ child is born
The very blood he will one day shed to save
even those
Who have no room.

He now cries out into the night
as He takes His first breath of life
on this earth.
This earth covered in hay and dirt and blood.

The savior of all men only knows one thing in this moment
His mother.

And He is wrapped in swaddling clothes.
They speak of the manger he lays in
but the only manger this night
are the arms of mother.

Her blood is His blood.
And she will suffer through it all
with him.

But this night now rests.
Joseph
Mary
Jesus.

A moment and story
with so many details unknown.
Too sacred
for us.

But every year we remember
We light candles
and stare into the night sky.
For the one blessed night that changed
      Everything.

For this one night
Star light wraps around the skies
And heaven bows down
To kiss the earth good night.
For this one night
Hope is born.

And there is peace.




-- Words by me!

7 comments:

Max and Rebecca said...

I can't even tell how much I loved this and I love that you bring new thoughts and perspectives on a story that I've heard many many times. The birth of Christ takes on a new meaning after having children of my own. I also went back and read your "highly favored of God" post from last year. Seriously, you have an amazing gift with words and I'm so glad you use it in the way you do!

RAQ said...

Amazing

A Woman of a Certain Age said...

That was beautifully expressed, Anna.

Dayna said...

I loved it! Thank you.

Anna Harrison said...

Kenzi Woolley Airmet
Thank you. I have a new respect and understanding of Mary's role as the Savior's mother. The deepest parts of your heart write very well!

Lynlee McGary
You have a gift. Beautiful! Just beautiful!

Kelia Joy Dean
I love it! You have a gift to feel and think so deeply.

Sharon Ting
So beautiful!

Chelsea Udell
You made me cry! Beautiful words thank you for sharing. Xo

Carrie Sylvester- Chapman
I love this. And I love you.

Amy Dilworth
Beautiful!

Janet Harrison Udell
Thanks for sharing. Beautiful...

4boyzmdmom said...

Thank you!

Anna Harrison said...

Mollie Petty:
We think we are better than beasts,
cows, sheep, pigs...But yet
They are the ones to make room...

That part really resounded with me. It reminds me of when Jesus was teaching about being like a child to enter the Kingdom of Heaven. "We think we are better"...Humble beginnings should bring forth a humble response. Humility goes against our nature; we are proud - too proud to see, to accept...to YIELD. We must be like a little child. Like you said, an event too sacred for us to fully understand.

What meant the most to me about your poem was the perspective from Mary. She was many things, but in your poem, not the radiant Madonna with the halo; she was a real girl in a scary situation. "And she will suffer through it all with Him." I am new to motherhood, and I know my suffering will deepen (alongside my joy) in this regard as the years pass by.... Your poe make me imagine her strange dilemma: motherly instincts wanting to protect Him as He grew, paired with her spiritual knowledge of the reason for His coming...and His impending destiny. Thank you for your artful expression of these dark, secret things that made me feel something at a time where reflection on Him is the most important thing of all.