An humble man was he,
Yet proud, standing
Beside her and the Child
As Wise Men came and offered
Frankincense and myrrh,
Not fully comprehending why
He had been chosen for the role
Of foster-father to the Son of God,
Telling himself that any lowly shepherd there
Might play the part as worthily as he.
Turning to her, he marveled at her beauty,
Watched her brush her lips
Across the Babe’s pink cheek.
Then, as the Child looked up,
He caught his breath in quick surprise
At the deep wisdom mirrored in His eyes.
“I am not worthy, Lord!” he cried,
Within the secret chambers of his heart.
Sensing his deep concern,
The Maid in Blue lifted her head.
“Fear not, for thou hast Love!” She said.