Saturday, December 24, 2011

When heaven came to earth...

i am the hay upon which she laid Him. 

certainly i am not what she would have wanted
for her precious newborn Son.
yet, so much did she love Him,
so absorbed was her heart in His,
surely she did not notice me
   and how little i had to offer.
i was just there, in the manger, waiting
   when heaven came to earth…   

holy mother
i will hold your Child.
i will cradle Him gently
while you rest from your labors.
i will love Him as my own,
His presence deep within me
long after you have gathered Him
   back into your arms. 

in this world of gold, frankincense and myrrh,
i am nothing and i have nothing.
yet all that i am i give -
   that He might rest in me
      and i might rest in Him. 

i am the hay upon which she laid Him.