By John Thomas Tuft

The journey was long and difficult

As many who tread the path before them can confirm

But as Mary approached the shadows of Bethlehem

The light in her eyes promised love’s return

Never knowing that one day her newborn

Would spark celebration around the world

Yet there is an unnamed fear in her heart

The light in her eyes wonders as mystery swirled.

For one does not bear a child into life lightly

Especially never knowing the time of goodbye

But if the desire to be known is the midwife of creation

There is a peace radiating with the light in her eyes.