from william blake's "on another's sorrow":he doth give his joy to all;
he becomes an infant small;
he becomes a man of woe;
he doth feel the sorrow too.
think not thou canst sigh a sigh,
and thy maker is not by;
think not thou canst weep a tear,
and thy maker is not near.
o! he gives to us his joy
that our grief he may destroy;
till our grief is fled & gone
he doth sit by us and moan.
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the realization that mary had a baby inside of her like i do right now and that baby was jesus is incomprehensible. like we've been talking on friday mornings, mary had to teach her son about his own heavenly father. did jesus really not know about god the father, the creator? how humbling for both mary and jesus. how cool that the nine months she carried him she wondered, what will he look like, what will he be like? i can only imagine that anticipation. (wyatt hiccups with the wonderment of it, too)
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