November 18, 2009

The Gift:

The star that shined from above so bright,
so long ago on that very special night.
Gave to three from afar hope for who they sought,
for the light of the world, gifts they brought.

Though for the one in power he was alarmed,
the wise ones left so our gift wouldn't be harmed.
He thought his throne this new one came to steal,
so in rage he sent out his men to find and kill.

Men were sitting out keeping watch in the field,
not knowing that soon their fate was sealed.
Seeing a light and hearing that song so grand,
they went to see the new ruler of their land.

With no rooms to be had throughout the town,
wrapping him in cloth - in straw they laid him down.
No one knew that night how great he would be,
but he turned out to be a savior for me.

Copyright ©2002 Ellis William Moore


JamieDedes said...

Perfectly lovely, Ellis. Thanks for writing this and posting it.

Poem on, my friend.

Snaggle Tooth said...

Officially the first Christmas post I've read this year!
Of course I knew who ir was about right away...
good poem

Lynn said...

A lovely poem about what was indeed a gift.

TALON said...

A timeless message, Ellis, of love and hope.

Jewel Allen said...

I love how you personalized the story especially with your last line. A story from the ages...still so relevant today.

Thank you and have a great weekend!

JamieDedes said...

Regarding coffee shops: Some of the finest writers of all time wrote in coffee shops here in the U.S. and in Europe. In the Middle East the men shared their poems. You are in fine company. Java Jo is the writer's friend. :-)

I think we're all beginning to get a bit in the holiday mood, huh?

Carry on, dear poet! :-)

Jannie Funster said...

Simply lovely. The greatest story ever told in just 4 beautiful stanzas.

I am happy for you! And me, to have such a friend.


Arts web show said...

This is excellent, a story told in four verses.

vodka and ground beef said...

deak49 - I once starred as wiseman #2 in the Christmas play in the 3rd grade. I wished there was video of it. You wouldn't have believed my talent.

Where does the name "desk49" come from?

bschooled said...

How can you be insightful, talented AND so funny, Ellis?

You're like a walking anomaly...

Meredith said...

Well-done, Ellis. A beautiful piece, and definitely poignant for me. We always read Luke 2 on Christmas Eve in our family.

If only what the angels sang, Peace on Earth, Good Will Toward Men, could be true today...

Anonymous said...

I'm baaa-aaack! Glad to be too, for this is a wonderful poem. Could be sung as a spiritual or hymn, don't you think? I think so anyway. Like Jewel, I think that last line is the best because you personalised it. I may as well get in early and wish you a merry Christmas, Ellis. :)

desk49 said...

Not sure how is one would go over it was writen 2002 on night at a coffee shop. LOL It seems I do a lot of coffee house poetry.

Thanks glad at least you know who it was about.

November 19, 2010 9:31 AM

Missed you we were posting at the same time and thanks I don't talk about him enough.

November 19, 2010 9:33 AM

before I laid me down to sleep
I took just one last peek
and there it was before my eyes
a kind and sweet Talon reply
tho through time it did stand
This message of hope to all of man

November 19, 2010 10:51 AM

A story for the heart. Thanks

And here I thought I was spending too much time in them.

One half of the greatest story ever told. Then he died for us to.

November 19, 2010 1:45 PM


November 19, 2010 7:42 PM

And a great Wiseman #2 I bet you were.
Email me and I’ll try and tell you the whole story in 5 seconds or less.

“How can you be insightful, talented AND so funny”
I’m old!
I looked up the word anomaly and yes, I’m a bit weird, abnormal, and not easily classified. LOL.

Will let there be peace in your life.

November 20, 2010 3:06 PM

Long time no see. and thanks

November 21, 2010 7:00 AM