What Happened In Bethlehem Poems

In What Happened In Bethlehem Poems, poets have written a lot about the holy night the Savior was born. Various stories about the birth of Jesus have circulated over the years, including those that may have witnessed the birth of Jesus. Here are some poems about Bethlehem that happened many years ago. Poets have described this event through poetry.

The Little Town

What Happened In Bethlehem Poems

The Second Coming


Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?


When Christ Was Born

Poet: Florence Earle Coates

On that divine all-hallowed morn
When Christ in Bethlehem was born.
How lone did Mary seem to be,
The kindly beasts for company!

But when she saw her infant’s face –
Fair with the soul’s unfading grace.
Softly she wept for love’s excess.
For painless ease and happiness.

She pressed her treasure to her heart –
A lowly mother, set apart
In the dear way that mothers are.
And heaven seemed high, and earth afar:

And when grave kings in sumptuous guise
Adored her babe, she knew them wise;
For at his touch her sense grew dim –
So all her being worshipped him.

A nimbus seemed to crown the head
Low-nestled in that manger-bed.
And Mary’s forehead, to our sight,
Wears ever something of its light;

And still the heart – poor pensioner!
In its affliction turns to her –
Best love of all, best understood.
The type of selfless motherhood!


In Bethlehem that Noble Place

Poet: Unknown

In Bethlehem that noble place,
As by prophecy said it was,
Of the Virgin Mary full of grace,
The Savior of the world is born.

On Christmas night an angel it told
To the shepherds, keeping their fold,
That into Bethlehem with beasts wold
The Savior of the world is born.

The shepherds were compassed right,
About them was a great light;
Dread ye nought, said the angel bright,
The Savior of the world is born.

Behold to you we bring great joy;
For why? Jesus is born this day;
To us, of Mary, that mild may
The Savior of the world is born.

And thus in faith find it ye shall,
Lying poorly in an ox-stall.
The shepherds then lauded God all.
The Savior of the world is born.


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