December 25- The Gift
Mary can see a bright light in the North from her place amongst the straw. All she knows is that she is whole. Complete. Her heart is full to the point of bursting. The Child rests against her chest, sleeping at last. The world is silent. The stillness reminds Mary of the quiet after a long exhale. A cow lows as it goes to its haunches and lies down to sleep. If there was a moment of perfection in life – this was it.
Joseph’s eyes drift from Mary and the Child out to the tranquil night. All the other stars in the sky pale in comparison to one lone star in the North. Not even a cricket dares disturb the quiet that seems to be a blanket across the land. They have reached the end of their journey but somehow, Joseph senses this is merely the beginning. The road ahead is one that all of mankind will travel. And the Child? This Child will be the one to lead them.
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