Very Special Hours

The stars shone down so softly as You slept upon my breast; The hay, within the manger, made A clean, sweet smelling, nest. The moon beams touched your tiny face. I sat enthralled, enraptured, To realize the grace, this night, Such softness had so captured! I wanted so to tell the earth The things I knew were true. I wanted, too, to hold You close; Keep all away from You. We had waited, all expectant, but were Stunned to see Your precious face! Then, shepherds came and we wondered How they found this little place. I want to make this timeless, Never go on to tomorrow, Just hold You close and claim as mine ~ Excluding future sorrow. For change is quick and I just want To hold this night forever, Never come to days apart or Relationships that sever. So, holding close, I'll sing my Baby song to You; Feel You cuddle close and hear The special sounds You do ... The little sighs, the resting breath, The flutter of Your eyelids; The faint and tender cooing and The circle of Your lips. I said it once, but this is more ~ I'm blest beyond all measure; A tiny son with beauty rare, A real and present treasure! When time is gone and earth has passed, Melted with men's rages, This treasured night will still remain ~ Hope for all the ages.

© 2003 by Joan Clifton Costner

"Mary kept all these things and treasured them in her heart."

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