Legend has it that animals have the gift of speech on Christmas Eve.
This is the story the donkey had to tell.
Photo Coutesy of The Donkey Sanctuary Cork Ireland
There was a star that shone so bright
In the desert night the moment He was born —
And no — He didn’t cry — not really,
Though it was piercing cold —
The snow lay deep beyond the stall.
And the sky — the sky, it filled with angel song
Singing Gloria in the night.
Oh! If only you had been there,
To hear, to see this sight.
The shepherds I knew them well—
From the meadows and green pastures where they dwell,
They came to kneel before Him — to adore,
Though they hardly knew the Child,
Except to say that He was Jesus,
While within the manger stall
Joseph and Mary radiant with joy
Cradled their infant boy.
In the silence that snow brings, I heard a winnowing of wings.
The angels disappeared, and the glory of their announcement
Faded back into the Heavens,
Towards dawn the shepherds left
To track their way back to the pastures,
And I was left alone, to ponder, to wonder
At these things
But little did I know that night,
The journey I would trek,
Or why God deigned forevermore,
To place a cross upon my back.
© Eithne Reynolds