A Christmas at the Stable

I went to the stable




to seek Jesus and greet Him.




There were no Angels singing Gloria



but the rising voice of frustration.




O, Where is Jesus?




I seek Him and want to greet Him.









There was no bright star




but a dark hovering cloud of dementia.




There was no silence




but a rumbling wind of fear and worries.




O, Where is Jesus?




I seek Him and want to greet Him.









It is Christmas Day, right?




I hear a Christmas carol from a distance.




People greeting each other from afar.




But where is Jesus?




There are no shepherds around




just a listless sheep at large.









I have stayed awake all night and day;




And I am wearied and weak.




Little bites of bread and lots of coffee




to keep me alert.




For I seek Jesus.



I long to see Him, hold Him, and accept Him.








Lit a little candle and a scent of lovely lavander.




O prayers to Holy Angels, Saints, and




Divine Mercy.




It is Christmas Day and it is almost spent;




But where is Mary and Joseph?




I seek Jesus on this special day.









The humid day turned into a cold night;




The dead seems to haunt




a brain that regressed.




Could I have been in the wrong place?




But this is where Jesus asked me to be;




So I am here to do my part.









O where are you, my sweet Jesus?




I want to spend Your birthday with You.




I think of You and long for You.




Why an empty manger have I found.




The night had passed,



it's the Second day of Christmas!







Slowly, the rising sun shines



while the dark cloud dispels a bit.



There's a reason to smile still,



though the body had become tired.


It was Christmas at the stable



Baby Jesus was not around.







Baby Jesus was not in the manger;


He celebrated with the downtrodden.



Not in a party of the well-dressed

overflowing with food and drinks.



Baby Jesus came as a toddler;

To be carried in a bosom;

So close to every heartbeat.

Warmth shared in each breath.



Baby Jesus was at every stable;

As fragile as a rose petal;

Easily crushed by the weight

of a hand so used to hard toil.



Baby Jesus was at every stable;

Vulnerable and defenseless.

Yes, Jesus was and is

a Tiny Host to be consumed.



Baby Jesus was at every stable;

The Celebrant who gives Himself.

Made Himself as small as a Wafer;

as fluid as Wine to fit a vessel.

Yes, Jesus can be found.
At a table open to all.
Intellects and ignorants,
Rich or the poor.

But don't seek Him in grandeur,
in humility He came.
As tiny as a babe,
For Love He will be.