The gifts were many, each a treasure
Some of wealth, more of the heart.
The greetings robust, yet hushed
And filled with awe.
The star shimmered still, even
As morning neared.
Her body drained, Mary sighed, breathing in scents
Of pungent hay, and sheep, and donkey.
Her pulse quickened again at the wonder—
Her new son, her Jesus, who would be Lord.
She knew the Scriptures and held them dear.
Her stomach clenched, overwhelmed at being chosen.
Her, a common girl, not worthy, not ready.
The baby fussed, and Mary hugged Him to her chest. A breeze
Tickled the hairs on her arm, and she smiled.
She thought of the Angel’s words, the shepherd’s words.
The voices lifted in praise.
Mary kept all these things, pondering them in her heart.
She held them dear.
'Catholic Voices in a World on Fire' Anthology, includes 'The Poorest of the Poor'; by Judy Joy Jones which is a chapter from her upcoming book about her volunteer work at Mother Teresas houses around the world including her house in Washington DC w
Bishnupriya Ghosh, Professor at University of Santa Barbara contacted me asking to use my painting of Mother Teresa in her upcoming book, "Global Icons" which was published by Duke University Press Books. You may see Judy Jones's painting of Mother T
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