The Crèche (verse)
Brink, Carol Ryrie
The Creche Gabriel had gathered moss, Justine a tiny tree, Franqoise patted out the sand Where Jean Baptiste could see. They built the little stable up And hung the golden star, They set the...
...Carol Ryrie Brink...
...A radiance shone on them As shone once on the shepherd lads In far-off Bethlehem...
...They made a little shining pool From a looking glass...
...Their fingers trembled on the box That held the holy things- They took the Blessed Baby out And dusted off the Kings...
...When it was done they stood about All silent in their places, And years and seas dissolved before The still light in their faces...
...Between these two the dimpled hands Of little Jean Baptiste Laid the smiling Jesus down- The mightiest to the least...
...and one said "Bien...
...They built the little stable up And hung the golden star, They set the tree and spread the moss And viewed it from afar...
...One said "Joli...
...Joseph and heaven-blue Mary fell To eldest Gabriel- The others crowded close to see That he placed them well...
...Franchise placed the shepherd lads, Justine the weary ass...
Vol. 11 • December 1929 • No. 7
