I just posted a Christmas Card for all of you that I hope you will enjoy.
You have all given me so much this year and I can only scratch the surface to pay you back. Sometimes I ponder the reason for the season and inspiration will perk my brain and a story or poetry will come forth like a bubbling fountain. Today let me share a piece I wrote several years ago which shares a bit of my soul with you.
Merry Christmas - Happy Hanukhah - Enjoy the Season Whichever One you Celebrate!
I Held the Christ Child
Once upon a lowly hill
A star did rise
And it shown oh so bright.
I was but a shepherdess meek
And did see its light
An angel appeared
and spoke to us words
of joy and celebration,
that Christ the Lord was born this day
in the city of David.
My heart did leap with joy
at this announcement,
A Saviour had been born,
Born to be the Light of the world,
Born to show us the way back to God.
I felt so unworthy to be in the presence of
one so omnipotent,
But how I wanted to see the newborn king.
My brothers and I followed the star
and listened to the words of the angels.
Soon we came to a humble stable
wherein the infant child lay.
Mary, his young mother nestled her tiny child
to her bosom and hummed a gentle lullaby,
He smiled and cooed,
and the radiance that surrounded him
filled me with awe.
I fell to my knees, bowed my head
and thanked God for this tiny gift.
Mary came over to me and lifted my head,
She smiled and then placed
her son in my arms.
His eyes looked into mine and I knew
that he was the Son of God,
for his gaze filled my heart
with peace and understanding,
the likes of which I have never known before.
Tears welled in my eyes
as I held the tiny king tight.
I took my shawl and wrapped it around him
to shelter him from the chill of the night.
Teardrops rolled down my cheeks
and fell on his little face,
He smiled at me.
The love I felt from this wee child
made my heart swell,
I wanted to sing with the angels
that this is the king of kings,
here to fulfill the prophesies of old.
And that I, a young shepherdess was
privileged to hold him close to my heart.
I stood and gave the boy child
back to his mother,
I smiled and she touched my cheek.
She then cradled him in her arms
and gently rocked him to sleep.
As my brothers and I left,
I turned back to see
a father, mother and a babe
standing in a stable,
A light shining brightly over
the place where they dwelled
and the heavens filled with music
sung by scores of angels.
I took all that I had seen
and stored them in my heart.
I had held the Christ child
in my arms that special night,
But would always carry his light in my heart.
©2005 - MyLinda Butterworth