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.
— in Robert, Cyril. Mary Immaculate: God's Mother and Mine. New York: Marist Press, 1946.
Prayer
O God
Who by a star
guided the wise men to the worship of your Son
we pray you to lead to yourself
the wise and great of every land
that unto you every knee may bow,
and every thought be brought into captivity
to Jesus Christ our Lord.
Christmas in the Scrub by Leigh Newton
May the Lord, when he comes, find us watching and waiting. Amen.
