Night Thoughts

by Michael Collings

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    I can’t recall ever being happy,

    Truly happy,

    Till tonight.

    And even stranger—this is a happiness

    Quite apart from money,

    Inns, or other business.

    A “spiritual feeling,” I should say,

    If I were “spiritual.”

    I think this must be how

    Those young folks feel.

    I’ve never seen a pair

    So much in love—

    Or quite so tired.

    They must have searched for hours

    To find a room.

    A room!

    In crowded Bethlehem!

    His voice was low and cracked,

    Dried by the desert heat:

    “Please, have you a room?

    We have asked in all of Bethlehem.

    But all is full.

    My wife is tired.

    Have you anything?”

    I almost told him no!

    Almost.

    And would have, too,

    Had I not seen her face.

    If ever I behold an angel,

    It will look like her:

    Sweet,

    Loving,

    Pure.

    And I could tell

    Her time was near

    To bear a child.

    I wish I could have helped them more.

    A stable is not much.

    Oh, it is clean;

    The straw is sweet and fresh.

    But still, it’s just a stable.

    I wish …

    It is a lovely night,

    Not a sound.

    The stars are out in glory.

    Strange …

    There’s one I’ve never seen before.

    It’s a bright one, too.

    I could almost read

    Just by its light.

    (If I could read, that is.)

    I wonder why I’ve never seen that star before?

    It seems as if it were just lit;

    A brilliant lantern in the sky,

    Above my stable roof.

    A brilliant lantern in the sky

    To tell mankind

    Of some great deed.

    A wondrous star.

    What’s that?

    A sound …

    A newborn baby’s cry.