My son, who is not my son.
Who are you, that the simple fact of your birth
should so stir the hosts of Heaven?
Mary calls you Messiah.
Can that really be true?
Would God send His Son toIsrael
Would He put you so trustingly into my hands?
It’s been so long since God spoke toIsrael.
And now it seems all Heaven is cradling this place
in the hands of angels!
The miracle of your perfection,
the purity of your innocence bathes my soul in wonder;
and I kneel amazed before the love of God.
I cannot give you the throne of David,
only a humble carpenter’s shop.
I have no deep wisdom to share with you,
save the satisfaction of a task well and honestly done.
But I vow with all my strength to be a good father to you, Son.
To keep you safe and warm,
and share with you the joy of living.
Thank God for you, my son!
c.2011 Donna Swanson/Splinters of Light