John Heaton (jheaton) wrote,
John Heaton

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Advent 2006: Joseph


If the stars fell; night’s nameless dreams
     Of bliss and blasphemy came true,
If skies were green and snow were gold,
     And you loved me as I love you;

O long light hands and curled brown hair,
     And eyes where sits a naked soul;
Dare I even then draw near and burn
     My fingers in the aureole?

Yes, in the one wise foolish hour
     God gives this strange strength to a man.
He can demand, though not deserve,
     Where ask he cannot, seize he can.

But once the blood’s wild wedding o’er,
     Were not dread his, half dark desire,
To see the Christ-child in the cot,
     The Virgin Mary by the fire?

G. K. Chesterton (1874 – 1936)

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