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Beginning (a Christmas poem)
- Patricia Cruser
- Oct 8, 2016
- 1 min read
The child awoke and cried
For he had a dream
Of pain and something thorny on his brow.
His mother smoothed the prickly straw.
He fell asleep once more
Soothed by his mother's love.
The child awoke and cried
For he had a dream
Of thirst and something bitter at his lips.
His mother took him to her breast
Where he suckled hungrily
Fed by his mother's love.
The child awoke and cried
For he had a dream
Of crowds of people; then of loneliness.
His mother picked him up and rocked.
The child received the comfort
He would give his mother back one day.
And the child sleeps
And a cross waits
And love and peace
Follow strife and pain.
