Finding Baby Jesus: A special dedication to Monica, the beautiful daughter of Doris Dancy, by Manatita
Wishing you, Monica, steadfastness, faith, resolution and fortitude, our Lord's goodness and mercy, and above all, a life of Love in Christ
Not in princely robes or Habits will you find Me!
Not in the ochre-coloured garb of the Sanyasi.
For I am the golden-crested Song-bird, glowing in your heart.
I veil My Power in varying degrees;
As such, even in the robes of the Bishop,
You may sometimes find Me wanting.
My sweet children,
Glory is my name; Love my many colours,
In this enchanting Field of beauty.
Singing Alleluia! Hosanna in the Highest!
I manifest my thrills, into the heart of baby Jesus;
Sanctify His Manger, and smile at the Nativity.
Not in the commercial stress of Christmas will you find Me!
For I will ride upon the wind;
Dance with the men of wisdom,
Bringing heavenly fragrances to Bethlehem of Judea.
O Beloved, How sweet Thy name!
The wondrous melody of Thy voice!
I hear the child of Mary,
Giving fervent praises to Your inner opulence;
Brother Joseph hails the new-born King!
While Mary revels in the joys of her charming Son,
Myrrh and frankincense wafts the atmosphere;
I shed tears in the profundity of my Soul.
Not in the celestial Heavens will you find Me!
For, like my Beloved Christos;
Like boys playing marbles on a moonlit night,
I enjoy the game of Hide and Seek, within a fire in the Heart called Love,
Showering a furnace of Light;
To create magnificence, in the abyss of the forlorn Soul.
-Manatita, Bard of Solace, 13th December, 2014. © Copyrighted.
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