December 8, 2006

My Journey to God

Mother and Child

The starry night burns brightly,
Ushering the Wondrous Babe
From womb warmth into
The cold dark world.

Pink toes wiggle.
Wide eyes stare at
Angels hovering.
Tiny hands reach for
Mary’s hair.
Hungry lips seek
The warm breast.

Soft mother eyes gaze into the
Small holy face,
Cuddling the miracle child
As hunger is eased.
 
Sleep overtakes
Mother and child.
Beauty, holiness and peace.
The presence of
The sweet breath of God
A blessing to all.

By Trudy Bledsoe

(Trudy Bledsoe is a member of St. Christopher Parish in Indianapolis and the Secular Order of Discalced Carmelites at the Monastery of the Resurrection in Indianapolis.) †

 

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