The Miracle of His Birth

I wonder how he answered
When she began to scold
And fret about his supper that
Had long ago turned cold.
Do you think that she believed him
When all he had to say
Was, "I went to see a baby
Upon a bed of hay."

"A child?"She'd cry in disbelief,
"You have three of your own.
Why would you seek another child
And leave us all alone?"
Did she smell his breath and doubt him
When he told about the star
And said that kings and wisemen
Had trailed it from afar?

That he should walk so many miles,
A simple child to meet
When just this morning he'd complained
Of bunions on his feet
Was a strange explanation that
Her ears could not receive.
One of the miracles of Christmas is
That some of them would believe.

And so they passed the story down;
The news that won't grow old,
Of the child to whom the wisemen brought
Their incense, myrrh and gold;
And for whom the simple shepherd
Ignored his aching feet
And braved the wrath of angry wife
The King of Kings to meet.

By: Joyce 12/16/05