Finding Baby Jesus: A special dedication to Monica, the beautiful daughter of Doris Dancy, by Manatita

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, 13^th December, 2014. © Copyrighted.

~ Word-crafted Wisdom. Awakening the Light Within ~