|My granddaughter Alana at the creche (2015)|
SETTING UP THE MANGER SCENE
A few snowflakes drift in wintry air
as I carry the carton down the stairs
and unwrap the antique fragile things—
a manger, some camels and three kings.
I set them on the polished tabletop,
being careful not to chip or drop
them as I do. Sheep and shepherd men
are arranged as entering Bethlehem.
An angel, gilded, with one chipped wing
is affixed above; her place to sing.
There’s a cow and donkey, nibbling straw,
Joseph, kneeling, with a look of awe
and Mary, new at being mother
gazing adoringly at none other
than her swaddled, holy, infant Son…
Jesus, Our Savior, on day one.
As I move each figure, to its place,
I call upon God’s loving grace…
pray each who stand before my manger,
to Jesus, will never be a stranger.
May this heirloom crèche, made long ago
recall the event that sets hearts aglow.
May He be for them, as He’s been for me—
Sweet Love …
and through eternity.
Maude Carolan Pych