A-Poem-a-Day Until Christmas
ANOTHER SILENT NIGHT
My friend Holly (who has a
special
affinity with all things
Christmas)
once gave me a picture
of Mary at the crib of
Jesus—
She said the image of Mary
reminded her of one of my
daughters
I framed the picture
and hung it on the wall
not because of any
resemblance
to my daughter, but
because I was moved
by the striking look of
anguish
upon Mary’s lovely face
This had to have been the
day
Mary and Joseph went to
the temple
to dedicate Jesus, the day
they offered two
turtledoves
as a sacrifice for their
firstborn son
Simeon was present when
they came in
and knew immediately
by the power of the Holy
Spirit
that this Child was
God’s promised Savior
He told Mary—
A sword will pierce your soul!
This silent night in
Bethlehem
as Jesus lay sleeping
Mary lifts his tiny hand
to her trembling lips
She wonders about God’s
marvelous plan
wonders how a Savior saves
and as she wonders, she
feels
the point of an unseen
sword
pressing against her
flesh—
What did that wise old man mean?
There’s so much I do not know—
So much I do not want to know
tonight
Maude Carolan Pych
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