The Cave

Photo by Emily Flaherty

Far from anything that sparkles or shines

Born in a cave, He came in the night

Born into silence, in the stillness of night

Did He even make a cry? 

Mary, in labor, climbed up the hill

Forbearing the walk up Calvary’s Hill 

And came to the cave that awaited until 

The Savior was born, God’s promise fulfilled 

And what were her thoughts as she journeyed up nigh?

The Savior comes forth into darkness and lies

In a cave with the dirt as the floor; she’s surprised

At God’s will for their life and her Son’s birth this night

Yet into this poverty what joy came yet still! 

As angels gave cry of God’s mercy revealed! 

And lo and behold, the shepherds they kneeled 

To adore the world’s Savior – Salvation is here!  

Behold, He left the same way He came

Born in a cave which would become His grave 

From womb to tomb his purpose remained:

He came to the world for all to be saved.

Scripture for Reflection:

The Birth of Jesus (Luke 2:1-20)

“Taking the body, Joseph wrapped it [in] clean linen and laid it in his new tomb that he had hewn in the rock.” (Matthew 27:59-60)