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
G.K. Chesterton
1 comments:
A beautiful choice for the day.
On an extremely side note, G.K.Chesterton in photographs is a stout, usually unsmiling gentleman, choleric in appearance, looks like a man who thinks of nothing but his dinner and his comfort.
And this poet, this lover of Jesus, lives within him.
NEVER judge a book by its cover.
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