[Victoria Delsoul]

His Mother's Joy

Little, I ween, did Mary guess,
As on her arm her baby lay,
What tides of joy would swell and beat,
Through ages long, on Christmas day.

And what if she had known it all,
The awful splendor of his fame?
The inmost heart of all her joy
Would still, methinks, have been the same:

The joy that every mother knows
Who feels her babe against her breast:
The voyage long is overpast,
And now is calm and peace and rest.
"Art thou the Christ?" The wonder came
As easy as her infant's breath:
But answer none. Enough for her,
That love had triumphed over death.

--John White Chadwick

[Frank_2001]

Merry Christmas, Victoria!

[Billie]

So glad you have had time to spend with us, Victoria - your contributions have added so much beauty to this Christmas thread.