When the infant Christ lay in the manger, <br />in the coarse stable upon matted straw, <br />kinder animals heeded the stranger- <br />the godly baby-and stood in great awe. <br />Yet foolish flies bedeviled the creatures, <br />living and dying, bugs in blind action, <br />living and dying-most mortal features- <br />that Jesus spared, by his saving sanction, <br />all of mankind by the blood of his life. <br />Now men, not wise like horse and donkey, <br />swarm all the world in their own buzzing strife; <br />thrilled by turds, poor parodies of monkey. <br />they will ignore the Christ child, who'll still draw <br />shelter in the stable, on strewn, damp straw.<br /><br />Glenn Bagshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-straw-motel-of-christmas/
