Birth

A petrified young teenage girl.
Her frantic husband hammering on
The door to the inn. 
The innkeeper,
A blood relative,
His wife, 
Their guests,
Blood relatives,
All in Bethlehem
For the census.
They turn their backs,
Nazareth never believed,
Nor would they.
Alone,
A young man,
Clumsily delivers his firstborn.
God's first utterance to mankind
Is the plaintive,
fearful cry of the newborn
As Joseph cuts the cord
And heaven holds it's breath
As the Saviour of mankind
Takes his first.
God,
Helpless,
Dependent
On a novice
Attempting to breast feed,
As the party in the Inn,
Smugly gossip about
The scandal in the stable.
God certainly has a strange way
Of introducing himself!
Don't miss the miracle
Of the unexpected
And unrecognisable.