By Dorothy Knight Burchett
Years ago, 1992 to be exact, I compiled the poems I had written through the years into book form. I sold a few copies back then and gave some to friends and relatives. When it came time to think of a reading for the program our church was going to do for a local nursing home for Christmas, I struggled with an idea of what I wanted to do for a reading. Finally, I found my book, dusted it off and leafed through it until I found a poem I had written when I was 21 years old. It seemed to be appropriate.
As the book was lying on the deacon’s bench, in anticipation of my taking it to the car and reading it to the residents, Sweetheart saw it and started to read it. “This is good,” he said. “You should publish this.” “I did publish it,” I responded, “years ago. It didn’t do well.”
I haven’t decided yet if I will do a reprint, but, in the meantime, I thought I would publish my poem in this column as a Christmas present to my readers.
My Heart Was There
I have heard the tale so often, it’s ad though I had been there
As a silent, unseen watcher in the brisk and still night air.
’Twas a night like all the others as the shepherds gathered ‘round,
Ably watched their timid charges, when their ears stirred at a sound.
What a sound! Like all of heaven had come bursting through the night
To disclose its grace and splendor with a shining, holy light.
Oh! the joy my soul and heart felt at the words of, “Peace on earth,”
While the angels in their glory sang about a princely birth.
For, it seems a lowly maiden and the man she chose to wed
Had come far and they were weary, but no place to rest a head.
And the maid, though still a virgin, bore a Child upon the hay
Of a stable ever lowly, for they had no place to stay.
It was He the angels sang of. I could scarce believe my ears,
But I knew the sky I saw then I’d remember through the years.
Then the angels quickly vanished. In the sky was but a star.
But the star was such a beauty, men could see it from afar.
And the shepherds, still astounded, made their way across the lea
To behold the wond’rous virgin and the Child upon her knee.
There were men from every country, from the greatest to the least.
When I asked them who had beckoned, said, “A star shown in the East.”
And I know now that the vision of that night came from above.
For the Word became incarnate in the message of God’s love.
Dorothy has recently published a book, “Miles and Miracles”, and it can be purchased on Amazon and Kindle, and is now available at 512 Main in Knox, PA. Her email address is: firstname.lastname@example.org