faith

poem: carol

The Christ Child lay on Mary's lap,
His hair was like a light.
(O weary, weary were the world,
But here is all aright.)

The Christ Child lay on Mary's breast,
His hair was like a star.
(O stern and cunning are the kings,
But here the true hearts are.)

The Christ Child lay on Mary's heart,
His hair was like a fire.
(O weary, weary is the world,
But here the world's desire.)

The Christ Child stood on Mary's knee,
His hair was like a crown,
And all the flowers looked up at Him
And all the stars looked down.

G.K. Chesterton
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Cool! I don't know if I've ever come across Chesterton poetry before. This is a lovely little piece--kind of charmingly amateurish, but still moving.
It's very much in the style of older carols such as The Holly and the Ivy, which is a big part of why I like it so much.
Now that you mention it, yes, it certainly does have that ring! Just an added layer of coolness.... ^^