Sunday, December 25, 2005

A Christmas Carol

The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap, 
His hair was like a light.
(O weary, weary were the world,
But here is all aright.)
The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast,
His hair was like a star.
(O stern and cunning are the kings,
But here the true hearts are.)
The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart,
His hair was like a fire.
(O weary, weary is the world,
But here the world's desire.)
The Christ-child stood at Mary's knee,
His hair was like a crown.
And all the flowers looked up at Him,
And all the stars looked down.
-- G.K. Chesterton, from The Wild Knight, 1900

1 comment:

Nancy C. Brown said...

Thanks, Joe.
This is my all-time favorite Chesterton poem. I find my mind saying the words sometimes....its such great imagery.