Rich and Poor
by Paul Purdayhttps://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/PaulPurdayPaintings?ref=seller-platform-mcnav
The Magi journeyed far, to that great rendezvous
Their retinue of riches served them as they went
The path was long with many months to follow, and pursue
that eastern shining star, for their own guidance sent.
The lowly shepherds in the fields would tend their sheep
Their night-time vigil was a humble place to show
Unwashed, and at the base of how the world would sweep
its social-standing broom, the lowest place to go.
An angel stood before them and glory shone around
'I bring you tidings of great joy, so do not fear
for Christ the Lord is born today!' Then rapturous sounds
of multitudes of heavenly hosts would fill the ear.
Soon they would see the Baby, and the Magi too
Both rich and poor united in their worship then
and now. Respect for status He will never view
But Precious Blood, His Son would shed for all of men.
He sees the Blood, which is the standard He requires
In His eyes, all are equal, and that cattle-shed
Began for man, God's Way, where faith will light the fires
So rich and poor alike will eat His Living Bread.
