My friend Laurie at Rose Garden posted the story about the Christmas rose. While looking thru some of my Christmas books I found this poem.
Three wise men came that Christmas night
With gifts of myrrh and gold
To bow before the wonderous Child
His greatness to behold
A little shepherdess nearby
Yearned to kneel and pay
Her homeage to the newborn king
On this the Child's birthday
No gift had she to offer him
No gift but tears of pain
Which fell like pearls to the ground
As beads in a holy chain
A flower sprang up beneath her feet
As white as her pure brow
She plucked it up with eager hands
And on its breathed a vow
She knelt before the Child's crib
In love and agony
His holy hand reached for the flower
And touched it childishly
At once its heart became pale pink
This flower the Christ Child chose
It blooms throughout the holy days
And is called the Christmas Rose.
By Frances Cooper Thompson
4 comments:
Peggy , the Poem you posted about the Christmas Rose is so beautiful. I love the story of the Christmas Rose.
Peggy, the poem and the music is just beautiful.....and the little tree.... do you collect postcards, antique ones because you seem to have posted some wonderful pictures. Are you in a paid program to beable to have music, and that little tree on the curser...? Are you, Are you, Are you.....Sorry! Pretty nosey aren't I? LOL
Peggy,what a lovely poem,thanks for posting it!!
That's such a sweet poem!
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