Mary's Treasure

As she pondered all these things
And treasured them in her heart.
Do you think she ever dreamed
She'd become a work of art?

That for Christmas of all times
Upon a mantel stood,
Many forms and styles - The Nativity,
Made of clay and glass and wood.

Some portrayed with simplicity
With the plainest of expression;
While others gleam nobility
With grandiose impressions.

Or if she knew the future awe
That would befall each soul,
Would she wrap Him in finest silk
And lavish Him with gold.

For a King should drape in satin
And display the finest stones.
For all to look upon Him,
While seated on His throne.

Mary took each moment
And stored them in her heart.
She remembered every detail
And savored every part.

For this King she held so tranquil
In the cradle of her breast.
Could she ever comprehend
How she was truly blessed?

His skin was soft as satin,
And his locks like finest silk,
His lips were drenched with honey
As He drank his mother's milk.

The starlight streamed like diamonds,
Upon His little bed.
While soothed with songs from angels
As she stroked His little head.

Her eyes peered with amazement.
Her heart beat deep inside.
Her joy she could not muffle,
Her tears she could not hide.

She never wished for more.
She'd never change the scene.
For she was first to experience,
Kisses from the King.


By Amy Rainey 12/02