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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460728" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0266 This one's only for those who like it</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did Jesus, as a baby, cry? <br>For was there aught to cry for? <br>Or were His tears from God’s own holy font, <br>knowing, what He was here for? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The story speaks of one<br>who’s seldom seen in Christmas cribs –<br>one of the first of animals to make praise: <br>the inn’s pet tabby cat, who, woken strangely<br>by the faintest sound – yet, not a mouse who stirred –<br>yawned, stretched, strolled slowly down to check<br>that in the stable, all was peace…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and it was peace, as peace was ever known.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What could a tabby do but purr? <br>The Christ Child woke; his lips seemed almost<br>to form some first and holy word; <br>gazed at the tabby cat, strange creature<br>of this strange new world; saw it was good; <br>and smiled.. and Mary, seeing this, and<br>hearing in that purr, Creation’s praise, <br>leant down and with her hands, till then<br>pressed in her world-bearing humility -<br>and on the tabby’s forehead<br>as some mark of christenings yet to come, <br>fingered the initial ‘M’ – not as some believe, <br>her name – though happy coincidence, but<br>the nearest human beings may come<br>to praising godly human, human God, <br>with perfect purr of peace. And so and ever since<br>the tabby bears upon its forehead that sacred<br>M. You didn’t know? Well, take a look…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you may wonder why<br>this god or goddess of the hearth<br>is not so honoured in the Christmas crib? <br>Not as some unimaginative people think, <br>in case it smothered inadvertently<br>the Christ Child – well, is that likely? <br>No – it was as peaceful messenger<br>outside the stable, marshalling in its holy role<br>the birds and animals who’d first picked up<br>even perhaps before the shepherds, that<br>cosmic sound: ‘The stable’s full right now – please form<br>an orderly queue’ – and I’m sure<br>I needn’t tell you that this orderly queue, of two by two, <br>followed the same order as they embarked<br>and later, disembarked, from – yes, you guessed it -<br>The Ark. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So this Christmas, if you still have your loved<br>but battered Noah’s Ark<br>with all (well, mostly, now) its precious cargo –<br>line them up around the crib, in an orderly<br>queue of praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How quiet and peaceful, <br>now, they are!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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For was there aught to cry for? 
Or were His tears from God’s own holy font, 
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