Welcome Stranger
Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 5:54 pm
I guess this is my Christmas Poem.
Welcome stranger.
© Zondrae King (Corrimal) 12/06
If a stranger came and knocked hard on your door quite late one night
politely asking you if you had a bed
for his wife who was real weary. They were travelers you see
and looking for a place to lay their head.
Their family name is David. They were from the Middle East,
the woman had a veil on her head.
He looked much older than his wife. She looked like just a girl.
I’m sure she’d followed, silent, as he led.
Then on close examination you can see she is ‘with child’
a further complication you don’t need.
Would you ask them in and sit them down and make a cup of tea
or maybe even offer them a feed?
And what if their transportation was a rusty beat up van
with large suspicious bundles in the back.
Do you think you’d close your door to them and bid them “bugger off”
then mumbling “flamin’ migrants” hit the sack?
I wonder would your dreams be filled with stories you have heard,
a census long ago in distant lands
when another Middle Eastern couple sheltered in a barn.
Their baby was delivered to their hands.
No movement sensor halogen to guide them on their way.
A star drew near to lend a little light.
While Angles sang some scholars came with tribute for the child
and time is counted from that blessed night.
In this our modern, busy world we occupy our time
amassing stuff we seldom wish to share.
Our leaders plant suspicion in us with their stern advice.
We’re told don’t be alarmed but be aware.
What if religion or their dress were different than ours!
Forget about the colour of their skin!
We all live under heaven and we all should thank our God
the things that are important are within.
Do we Australians offer homes to people in their need
and do you welcome strangers passing by?
Do you try hard to lend a hand and make them feel at home.
So now I have to ask myself, do I?
Welcome stranger.
© Zondrae King (Corrimal) 12/06
If a stranger came and knocked hard on your door quite late one night
politely asking you if you had a bed
for his wife who was real weary. They were travelers you see
and looking for a place to lay their head.
Their family name is David. They were from the Middle East,
the woman had a veil on her head.
He looked much older than his wife. She looked like just a girl.
I’m sure she’d followed, silent, as he led.
Then on close examination you can see she is ‘with child’
a further complication you don’t need.
Would you ask them in and sit them down and make a cup of tea
or maybe even offer them a feed?
And what if their transportation was a rusty beat up van
with large suspicious bundles in the back.
Do you think you’d close your door to them and bid them “bugger off”
then mumbling “flamin’ migrants” hit the sack?
I wonder would your dreams be filled with stories you have heard,
a census long ago in distant lands
when another Middle Eastern couple sheltered in a barn.
Their baby was delivered to their hands.
No movement sensor halogen to guide them on their way.
A star drew near to lend a little light.
While Angles sang some scholars came with tribute for the child
and time is counted from that blessed night.
In this our modern, busy world we occupy our time
amassing stuff we seldom wish to share.
Our leaders plant suspicion in us with their stern advice.
We’re told don’t be alarmed but be aware.
What if religion or their dress were different than ours!
Forget about the colour of their skin!
We all live under heaven and we all should thank our God
the things that are important are within.
Do we Australians offer homes to people in their need
and do you welcome strangers passing by?
Do you try hard to lend a hand and make them feel at home.
So now I have to ask myself, do I?