The Miracle

When all the winds were mild,

Mary came to me apart

and laid the Holy Child

here inside my heart.

My heart was made the manger,

and my body was the stall.

And now no man is stranger:

my life goes out to all,

To bring to each of them

this Child of heaven’s light,

to let them enter in, like flames
of candles to the holy night.

by Georg Johannes Gick