Friday, December 24, 2010

Poetry Friday

This is a weird year with no reading resolutions to set for next year. Somewhere around the summer solstice there will be a Rothschid-child arriving and I know enough about parenthood to realize that next year is a year to make few plans and just roll with the punches. Or dirty diapers.

I'm at that fun stage where you can't tell if I'm pregnant or had too many cookies. Secretly, I think I've had too many cookies, but I'm saying it's the baby.

But here's a poem about Christmas and babies.

Each Night a Child is Born

For so the children come
and so they have been coming.
Always in the same way they came—
Born of the seed of man and woman.

No angels herald their beginnings.
No prophets predict their future courses.
No wise men see a star to show where to find
The babe that will save humankind.
Yet each night a child is born is a holy night.

Fathers and mothers—
Sitting beside their children’s cribs—
Feel the glory in the sight of a new life beginning.
They ask “Where and how will this new life end?
Or will it ever end?”
Each night a child is born is a holy night—
A time for singing—
A time for wondering—
A time for worshipping.

--Sophia Lyon Fahs

Round up is over at A Year of Reading!

Now for more cookies. (They're good for the baby, I hear.)


Anonymous said...

Congratulations, Jennie! That's such exciting news.

Andromeda Jazmon said...

Congratulations Jennie! This is a wonderful poem and so true!! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year - a year full of blessings for you!!

Mary Lee said...


I, too (though not at all pregnant), have been thinking about how every newborn is the same kind of miracle to his/her parent as the one we tell about every year at this time...

GreenBeanTeenQueen said...

Congrats!! Hope your holidays are great and you have a great New Year (with some time for reading!:)