I held the Christ-child close to my breast
Cuddling him as though my own;
The intensity of love overwhelming
As his divinity blends with my humanity
Transforming merely by his presence
Long before the anguish of Gethsemane
And the blood of a crucified cross.
So I return him to his mother's arms
Blessed, - my task accomplished,
But the minute of the encounter lingers,
Equalling that on a shepherd’s bended knee
Or the empty hands of magi bringing gifts 
As the miracle of his divinity becomes mine
When the child born of Mary comes to life within me. 

Luke 2:25-35

December 2017