The Nativity of Our Lord

The Nativity of Our Lord

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By Jacob Boddicker, SJ

All of history held its breath to stare
Though no midnight chime did sound the hour
Nor did any mighty trumpet blast dare,
For then did awed silence hold all power.
Yet all was shattered by a baby’s cry—
The Word of God’s first wordless utter loosed—
Followed soon by the Virgin’s pious sigh
As took she to her breast our Life, our Truth.
Stars swirled o’erhead—nay!—angels danced and sang,
For no greater wonder had they ere known:
Their infinite God now born this wee thing,
Couched in virgin arms, leaving Heaven’s throne.
Come ye all and gather ‘round to adore;
Rejoice! God and man are estranged no more.

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