Yellow As Honey
Yellow As Honey : Mary’s Song
Yellow as honey the bright stars shine
Down upon this babe of mine.
The folds that now around him twine
Are the colour of deep red wine.
Deep red wine? Or is it blood?
Dark thoughts threaten to intrude
On joy and peace that here infuse
This simple space of stable rude.
Hear how in heav’n the angels sing
With harp and flute and mandoline.
They sing of God’s great love divine
For Man and for this child of mine
Who He has sent Man to redeem.
Can this be real or just a dream?
No dream, I think, for safe and warm
Lies here this child who’s just been born.
So banish darkling thoughts and shadows
Of future woes and future sorrows
And sing with me sweet songs, all-hallowed,
For this child’s life and the World’s tomorrows.
Hilary Minor
Guildford,
July 2011
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