Sunday, January 10, 2010

At the Créche

This poem was born when I was lighting a candle in front of the Nativity scene after Mass today.

At the Créche


My little Savior, here for Thee

I light this little flame,

That its bright tongue may speak for me,

Whose tongue cannot sing worthily

The praises of Thy name.


Inflame me also, Infant dear,

Here cradled in the straw,

That I may burn with holy fear,

And love of Thee who liest here,

And reverence of Thy law.


Before Thy crib, my Lord Most High

Laid low in humble hay,

O let me live and let me die,

To shine in Heaven's light, as my
Small candle burns today.


- January 10, 2010

Feast of the Holy Family

6 comments:

Marinela Reka said...

Really nice poem, this is inspiring :)

Short Poems

Agnes Regina said...

Thanks Marinela!

Thomas said...

Beautifully Written!

Agnes Regina said...

Thanks Thomas!

Dave Rosen said...

Marinela,

I can see you respectfully and joyfully lighting the candel to our Lord. beautiful...

dave

http://davesawakening.blogspot.com/

Agnes Regina said...

This isn't Marinela's, it's mine, but glad you liked it, Dave! :)