DECEMBER TWENTY-SIXTH
A child is the greatest living revealer of the Eternal
in this world. You are nearer God when you have
your child in your arms than at any other time.
From "The Finest Baby in the World"
DECEMBER TWENTY-SEVENTH
I never realized God's birth before,
How he grew likest God in being born,
This time I felt like Mary, had my babe
Lying a little on my breast like hers.
Robert Browning
DECEMBER TWENTY-EIGHTH
What do I dream of, far from the low roof
Where now ye are children? I dream of you,
Of your young heads that are the hope and crown
Of my full summer, ripening to its fall,
Branches whose shadow grows along my wall,
Sweet souls scarce open to the breath of day,
Still dazzled with the brightness of your dawn.
Victor Hugo
DECEMBER TWENTY-NINTH
Verily I say unto you, "Whosoever shall not
receive the Kingdom of Heaven as a little child
shall in no wise enter therein."
Luke xviii. 17
DECEMBER THIRTIETH
Heroic Mother!
What can breath add to that sacred name?
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