Br Patrick O’Loughlin, LC
Miserable and Merciful first kissed at Bethlehem
While snowflakes hid their tight embrace from scornful eyes.
A scroll of mercy clasped in baby grip outshone the Magi’s gem:
A tale to write, a book to tell to hush her mis’rable cries
Not in one night, but thirty years, yet silent like that night.
Yes, silence is the loudest voice for such a wondrous sight.
A second kiss our Lord would blow in dustflakes, not in snow.
Miserable, torn and tumbled down by sin and tearful shame
Was kissed in silence yet again, a pause that shook the judging row
Of stony hearts – a mercy overpowering blame.
In saving silence down he bent and carved his hymn of love.
His silent love will save us too from quiet cross above.