Christmas Birth Poem: Beneath The Star

Beneath the star. 

Things are happening

Shifting, moving

The time is coming 

Something’s stirring 

Beneath the star. 

Strange sounds

Moans, whines, and loud breaths 

Movements, rustling, pacing 

It sounds unsettled

Something’s stirring

Beneath the star 

Reaching out to grab hold

Of an anchor

To stay grounded

To stay secure

Holding tight through the

Overwhelming, intense waves

Somethings stirring

Beneath the star. 

The barn’s odour has changed. 

it’s an earthy, birthy smell. 

Intermingling of transition, new life, fluids, waters, blood. 

Something’s stirring

Beneath the star. 

It’s finally time. 

The incredible, intense, messy and powerful birth

Of the Prince of peace. 

Into a dark and broken world. 

Hope and light from the heavenly realms

Becoming a human baby, born of a human mother

The chains can now be broken

This is the plan.

He can take all the blame

He can carry it all

This is it. 

He’s entering the world. 

Something’s stirring

Beneath the star.