The English have the 12 days of Christmas in song. The high churches have the 24 (ish) days of advent. Here at Crave Something More, I’ll be writing a series called the “21 Days of CSM Christmas.” Starting December 5 and finishing on Christmas Day, I will write once a day about all things Christmas, in the hopes that we will all continue to see Jesus as the greatest satisfaction to our soul’s deepest cravings.
Day 21: Mary’s Treasure
A meditation in poem on Luke 2:19
History tells us the tales of men,
Who seek their treasures
On mountain peaks, in ocean depths,
In trade and craft, in caves and vales;
All seeking, some finding, none satisfied.
The gleam of gold, the shine of silver,
The sparkle of jewels in dazzling light.
These objects of beauty and desire,
Perishable though they may be,
Yet bought by the lives of men.
But it is birth which gives us our greatest treasures:
Tiny hands and warm breath,
Searching eyes and breathless sighs,
The hint of father, and mention of mother,
All, the closest thing we can call our own.
So it must have been for the virgin Mary,
When light and song danced in the depths
Of a soul touched by the Spirit of God.
Eyes gazing, arms holding,
This promised child, sleeping at her breast.
When did she know He belonged not to her,
But to the world? A gift from God few would believe,
She alone must bear the joy, and the sorrow,
Always the two, wrapped together,
Between the swaddling clothes.
He was a gift to be sure,
This helpless babe, needing warmth and mother’s milk,
Lying, resting, in the humblest of beds,
Yet, eternal Creator of all things,
And Savior of the world.
He was a gift to Mary,
Favored of God and faithful to God,
Whose womb bore the promise of angels and men;
Flesh of her flesh, a firstborn son,
That she could call her own.
He was a gift to Joseph,
Betrothed of Mary, the righteous man
Whose righteousness could never merit
The gift that only grace could give:
To adopt the Son of God as his own.
He was a gift to the shepherds,
Keeping watch over their flocks by night,
Eyes on their sheep, then to the fire,
Then to the visitor in their midst,
And to the glory shining ‘round about them.
And He was a gift to us,
Though we did not ask, nor did we seek.
Still, God has given, and opened our eyes,
And we come, broken and poor,
Now inheritors with Him of all things.
So we turn our eyes towards Mary’s treasure:
Worshipped by shepherds, hailed by magi,
Promised by prophets, sought out by kings.
And we turn our eyes towards our own treasures,
And forsake all to call Him our own.
Happy Birthday, King Jesus!
For the rest of the 21 Days of Crave Something More Christmas, go here.