by Holly Woolley
Child
Of the night and hushed
Majesties of light.
Cool evening breeze
And single cry,
A mother's tender arms
And eyes . . .
Unspoken grace adorns
Crude stable hay and
Humble cloth.
A King is born
In a quiet manger
Without pretense
Or display . . .
No jeweled crown
Nor fame is found
Except,
In lighted sky
And whisper
Of a father's tender
Murmur of His name,
"Jesus"
The morning breaks
In quiet sigh and fame:
A dark and sleeping
World awakes
To never be
The same.
May the miracle of a tiny baby's birth and life bring joy and blessings to you on this day. Merry Christmas from the Dragonfly!
5 comments:
Same to you! I love that picture ...sets the tone for a beautiful day of celebration.
Thank you! Beautiful poem and picture.
We wish you a Merry Christmas here at Camp Wilkinson too!
After Christmas I would love to hear and see more about your trip to New York. Please!
Merry Christmas Lee family and Happy Birthday Jesus. Papa and I love all of you and that's the Christmas truth.
A beautiful poem.
Merry Christmas
Always love a good poem...especially when it honors and praises the humble beginnings of the most important person to ever grace the Earth.
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