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From Bethlehem to Calvary - Foreword
From Bethlehem to Calvary Of those who sought my crib at Bethlehem Heeding a voice and following a star, How many walked with me to Calvary? It was too far. Glory surrounded that once mangered babe, And hope for men who struggled with their loss. But hope, fulfiled, came through my thorny crown And through my cross. Truth was my sword and pain the accolade Which I bestowed on those who followed on, A tethered ass the charger which I chose To ride upon. Gone was the glory, then, of Bethlehem, The gifts of Kings and Magi from the East; Gone were the multitudes and only twelve Were at the feast Of humble bread served in the upper room Where that sad cup was passed from hand to hand In token of my love for all mankind Within the land. When, at Gethsemane, I prayed alone That a more bitter cup might be withdrawn, Ye could not watch with me one little hour Until the Dawn! So many sought my crib at Bethlehem Heeding a voice and following a star, But only Simon walked to Calvary - It was too far. - H. Le Gallienne. Reprinted with the kind permission of The New York Times and the Author.
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