Monday, December 28, 2009

What Child Is This...

G. K. Chesterton has written a really lovely poem. It is tender and visual. It is rare that I read a poem and feel I am there, experiencing the sight. Not so with this poem. It is from Advent and Christmas, Wisdom from G. K. Chesterton.

The Christ Child

The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,
His hair was like a light.
(O weary, weary were the world,
But here is all aright.)

The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast
His hair was like a star.
(O stern and cunning are the kings,
But here the true hearts are.)

The Christ-Child lay on Mary's heart,
His hair was like a fire.
(O weary weary is the world,
But here the world's desire.)

The Christ-child stood on Mary's knee
His hair was like a crown,
And all the flowers looked up at Him,
And all the stars looked down.

Collected Poetry

Thanks be to God!

1 comment:

This has become a new adventure. One in which I will try to express my journey with providence.