Christmas Day: Son of Mary

That first look into your mother’s eyes,
The love you beheld looking back at you.
Were you both enthralled with each other?
Her young arms that cradled you safely
Would embrace you again at your death,
But this painful part of your life was hidden
As you rested in her complete attention.
Son of Mary, child of a pure-hearted mother,
You are with me from birth through death,
Holding me the same way your mother held you.

Today: The Son of Mary beholds me with love.

Source: Fragments of Your Ancient Name, December 26

This reflection from Anchors for the Soul: Daily Wisdom for Inspiration and Guidance by Joyce Rupp is reprinted with permission of the publisher, Ave Maria Press.
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