A Short Story of Jesus, Part 1
by Michael Doyle

A moment taken to learn to see
Beyond the pages kept so orderly.
It might teach to see with a child's eyes,
And in the doing, become all the more wise.

Consequential behavior can upstage,
But it remains a choice in how we engage.
A father's job is telling stories told
Of kings and queens, and knights of old.

Of all the kings of whom to hear,
There is one to love and never fear.
If you'd only take a moment to hear this,
You'd learn a life's lesson in forgiveness.

It's a tale of wicked and jealous kings,
And the King of Kings of whom angels sing.
All right and proper kings kept this one in heart.
Maybe it would be wise to play out that part.

It starts with Joseph and Mary as the tale unfurled
As they were determined to bring a babe into this world.
This was opposed by the forces of this world and in Hell,
But tell it, we must, as there is much to reveal.

A census was being taken, and this included them.
So Joseph and Mary traveled home to Bethlehem. 
Try as they might, they found no place to stay
Until they happened on a stable with a manger of hay.

Our king was born into sincere humility.
He was born as Jesus, the Son of the Holy Family.
Glory to God and the holiest of holies toward all men,
Christ the King was born in Bethlehem.

In Jerusalem came the star seeking wisemen
Who told King Herod of the birth in Bethlehem.
Three wisemen, who as minor kings, traveled far
Keeping their eyes searching for Bethlehem's star.

They came bearing gifts worthy of His divinity.
Jesus, the King, hid from Herod, who furiously
Decided to kill every child under the age of two.
This was among many torments that Jesus would live through.

Escaping to Egypt, they quietly fled,
Where Jesus would grow up instead of ending up dead.
Childhood years would pass until at last
Jesus had grown up, and King Hero's reign was past.

They returned to Nazareth, where God shined His light,
And Jesus became a carpenter while God kept Him in sight.
During this time, each year the Passover was observed,
And Jesus learned why thanks to God were deserved.

Teaching and praying at His Father's temple,
It felt right, true, and beautifully simple.
Staying near His father fit His love and divinity.
It was, after all, just where Jesus should be.

(c) December 20, 2025   Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved