Mary’s Dream

 Linda E. Newman
GramLin99@aol.com

 

I had a dream last night, Joseph,

And it confused me so;

It seemed a celebration of

Our son’s birth, yet, I don’t  know.

 

Six weeks it took them to prepare,

They decorated all;

They bought a multitude of gifts

At a place they called a “mall.”

 

Each gift they wrapped in lovely paper

Topped with a pretty bow,

Then placed it ’neath a tree that seemed

Inside their house to grow.

 

The tree they decorated, too,

Its branches filled by hand

With sparkling ornaments and balls,

And, Oh! It looked so grand!

 

Bright lights were twinkling everywhere,

Among the branches green,

And at the very top they placed

An angel figurine.

 

So beautiful it was, and yet,

Something was very wrong;

Excitement grew as they exchanged

These gifts, midst food and song.

 

None of the gifts were for our son,

His name was never spoken;

There was such joy and laughter there,

And yet my heart was broken.

 

Such trouble gone to for someone

That they seemed not to know;

Our son was not invited, Joseph,

And, oh, it pained me so.

 

And I felt so very strongly that

Had he come anyway,

He would have been intruding, and

Would have been turned away.

 

My tears, they flowed for Jesus, midst

Such joy, such jubilation;

How sad to not be wanted at

One’s own birthday celebration.

 

I’m so relieved ’twas just a dream,

Joseph, how bad I’d feel

Had I awoke at morning bells

And found it had been real!

 

©Linda E. Newman

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