Quiet | Tenderness

Posted On December 24, 2021

Finally,

There is silence.

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Silence, yes,

Compared to my own pained cries

That resounded in the silent night

An hour ago.

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But now the pain is gone,

And forgotten

In light of the great joy

That now fills my heart.

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My face is wet,

I am soaked with my own sweat

And blood.

.

It’s dark. Our candle is low,

Flickering,

In a corner.

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And in my arms

I hold my son.

Jesus.

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My son.

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Joseph lies on the ground beside me,

Asleep

At last.

It’s been a long night.

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Jesus is asleep.

.

I look down at him,

My fingers trailing over his soft skin.

His hair is dark,

His eyes,

Darker.

He is beautiful.

.

And in this moment,

So still,

So still,

There is no doubt in my mind.

.

God is here.

He’s come.

.

At last,

At last,

He has come.

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I press my lips to his soft skin,

And whisper,

Jesus.

I love you, Jesus.

I love you.

You’re here now, my baby.

Never go away.

Never go away.

I love you.

.

In this moment,

Right now,

I am content.

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