The Christ Child's Hair
News blogging here will be light during the Christmas holiday. On Thursday, we linked a G.K. Chesterton essay on Christmas. Here’s a poem of his, one of many Christmas poem’s at the University of Dayton’s excellent Marian Center:
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.)
His hair was like a fire.
(O weary, weary is the world,
But here the world’s desire.)
The Christ-child stood on Mary’s knee,
His hair was like a crown,
And all the flowers looked up at Him,
And all the stars looked down.
