SHE came to me at Christmas time and made me mother, and it seemed There was a Christ indeed and He had given me the joy I'd dreamed. She nestled to me, and I kept her near and warm, surprised to find The arms that held my babe so close were opened wider to her kind. I hid her safe within my heart. "My heart" I said, "is all for you," But lo! She left the door ajar and all the world came flocking through. She needed me. I learned to know the royal joy that service brings, She was so helpless that I grew to love all little helpless things. She trusted me, and I who ne'er had trusted, save in self, grew cold With panic lest this precious life should know no stronger, surer hold. She lay and smiled and in her eyes I watched my narrow world grow broad, Within her tiny, crumpled hand I touched the mighty hand of God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LUNCH AT A CLUB by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH ODE TO THE BROWN PAPER BAG by JAMES GALVIN DESIRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR |