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日曜日, 12月 19, 2010

—A Christmas Story

In the starry night sky long, long ago,
A twinkling star shone out its warm glow
Down from the heavens to the land as it slept;
Yet up in its glory the little star wept:

“Of the lights in the universe, the smallest is mine;
Can anyone below see my little shine?
All around me magnificent stars hang in place;
With their bright lights, can any see my face?”

Then through the sky an angel’s voice was heard,
Whispering as she spoke each sorrowful word:
“I am small, too,” the angel child wept,
“For my tiny voice was not missed as I slept.”

For while the angel child had slept so tight,
The host of angels had sung through the night.
Songs of joy they sang, and of heavenly bliss;
Yet, it seemed, one tiny voice was not missed.

Far below, another unhappy sob gave voice.
It was a tear—truly not a droplet of choice!
“I am but a teardrop—unloved and unknown.
I have no name, but fall silent, alone.”

“I speak of sadness, hurt, and pain of the heart,
When times are low and loved ones must part.
Yet I desire to be more—to tell happiness best.
I wish to tell of joy!” was the teardrop’s request.

A firefly, too, his sorrows told to all.
“I am not special—just an insect, so small.
Butterflies have beautiful colors and grace,
Yet I fly about and bring no joy to this place.”

“If only I was a bird, or a fragrant flower,
I’d scatter beauty no matter what the hour.
Instead, I am bland, with no color or scent.
Plain as I am, how can I be content?”

In the heavens above, God did lovingly hear
The sad cries of these whom He held oh, so dear.
“Why do you sigh, little ones?” He gently said.
“I have created you perfectly, as My heart has led."

“Twinkle now, little star, for a young shepherd boy
Seeks your glow to bring his heart some joy.”
God kissed the star and showed him the lad,
Who looked to the sky, and his heart was made glad.

On Earth a babe lay in a manger of hay;
God turned to the angel, and with love did say:
“Angel dear, for you I wrote a soothing lullaby.
Sing to My Child, to calm His little cry."

“And, teardrop dear, you show wondrous thrill
Known to the Babe’s mother as you slowly spill
From her cheek, to kiss the smile on her face.
Dearest one, you have found your place.”

“And where is My firefly?” God asked that night.
“Please dance for My Child, born on Earth tonight.
Sparkle, for the darkness has made you to shine.
Twirl again, firefly, for this darling of Mine.”

So the firefly danced, the angel did sweetly coo,
The star shone brightly, and the teardrop spilled, too.
They were all little, yet each God’s perfect design
To be a part of that Christmas, once upon a time.

Authored by Katiuscia Giusti. Illustrations by Agnes Lemaire. Design by Stefan Merour.
Copyright © 2010 by The Family International
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