Sunday, June 30, 2019

AT NAZARETH



AT NAZARETH

A lady, a Child and a tradesman brown[1]
walked through a street of Nazareth town,
and as they passed, the flowers sweet
blossomed in clusters at their feet.
A tree bent low that its boughs might press,
ever so gently, the lady’s dress.
The joyous birds sang long and clear,
and all of Nazareth stopped to hear
the golden notes of a tiny thrush,
who managed somehow his wings to brush
over the locks of the wondrous Child
holding the hand of the man, who smiled
at blossom and birdling and bending tree
giving their all to Infinity.

Sister M Immaculata SSJ
Messenger of the Sacred Heart.  Undated



[1]  St Joseph was a carpenter.

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