| Fantasy Poetry
posted December 10, 2016
A legend coming from a manger
The Legend of the Robin's Breast
Long ago near a stable bed was a fire to keep them warm.
A young couple sat, while the animals watched, their baby just now born.
One hundred miles they had traveled to bring them to this place,
And you could see the weariness as you looked upon each face.
The angels had come and visited and told them all was pure.
That God would take good care of them, of that they could be sure.
Now they were here and He was born just like the angels said.
God was with them, Emanuel. They knew no fear nor dread.
As the night grew long, the little fire, began to dwindle down,
And the sound of gently flapping wings from a little bird was found.
It went straight to the fire and it stayed throughout the night.
Its little wings kept fanning to keep the fire, bright.
When morning came the stable was comfortable and warm,
The three who were there on that glorious night, were safe from night's cold harm.
Now the little bird who had stayed the fire could now find time to rest,
But when he left, the glow of the fire was seen upon his breast.
So when you see a robin as the harbinger of Spring
And you hear him voice a melody that only he can sing.
Remember, he was there to keep the Christ Child warm,
And his breast of red reminds us of when that Babe was born.
Christmas Poetry contest entry
I can't even remember when this story originally came to me, but it was many, many years ago. This is one of the first times I have shared it, and I pray it won't be one of the last. Hope you enjoy it. Have a blessed Christmas.
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