For Wednesday during Advent I decided to share with you a poem that might be suitable for the season. (I think they are in the public domain)

Earth was waiting, spend and restless,
with a mingled hope and fear,
faithful men and women praying,
‘Surely, Lord, the day is near:
the Desire of all the nations –
it is time he should appear!’
Then the Spirit of the Highest
to a virgin meek cam down,
and he burdened her with blessing,
and he pained her with renown;
for she bore the Lord’s anointed
or his cross and for his crown.
Earth has groaned and laboured for him
since the ages first began,
for in him was hid the secret
which through all the ages ran –
Son of Mary, Son of David,
Son of God, and Son of Man.

I found this in a new edition of the hymn book “Ancient and Modern”. Although it must have been written over a hundred years ago it was new to me. Phrases like “burdened her with blessing” and “pained her with renown” stood out for me. Even a good thing like giving birth to the Son of God was fraught with danger and difficulty – not to mention heartbreak.