Infant King Benign

O Infant King benign
I offer You the face

Of Mother Mary
As she gazed upon You

That very first time
Beholding long
Your holy countenance.

Her eyes, drinking in her Babe,

Her King, her Priest,
Her Son Divine,

Wept tears of  joy,

And wonder,

In silent adoration,

Pondering comprehension.

She smiled in inward exultation.

You will never forget

Her look of love
As she gazed upon

Him, Who no earthly eye
Had seen,
A treasure for the world,
In her care,
To be wrapped

In lowly swaddling clothes

You, O Christ Child,

In Your humanity divine.

2013 Joann Nelander