A Christmas Poem

I am what Jesus is

because Jesus became what I am.

Christmas came and went

almost unnoticed.

But after all the running around

and anxiety about finding it,

There it was

6 lbs. 8 ounces and growing

her given name: Milagro (Miracle).

So we almost missed it again…

but then we found her

in a poor house

just like Bethlehem.

Thanks to this miracle

we looked around and

found them everywhere

with muddy feet and bright faces.

I never thought this was really Christmas

until now I understand Bethlehem.

It was a real place

just like right here,

Where the star came to rest

and a baby was born.

by Brother Marty Shea, M.M.