Thursday, December 08, 2011

The Stable -- A Poem for this Season of Wonder

The winds were scornful,
Passing by;
And gathering Angels
Wondered why

A burdened Mother
Did not mind
That only animals
Were kind.

For who in all the world
Could guess
That God would search out
Loneliness.

--Sr. M. Chrysostom, O.S.B.

1 comment:

indybikehiker said...

Wow. What an economy of words for such a punch. Thanks.