Each Night A Child Is Born


For so the children come

and so they have been coming.

Always in the same way they came -

Born of the seed of man and woman.

No angels herald their beginnings.

No prophets predict their future courses.

No wise men see a star to show where to find

The babe that will save humankind.

Yet each night a child is born is a holy night.

Fathers and mothers -

Sitting beside their children’s cribs -

Feel glory in the sight of a new life beginning.

They ask ‘Where and how will this new life end?

Or will it ever end?’

Each night a child is born is a holy night -

A time for singing -

A time for wondering -

A time for worshipping.

Sophia Blanche Lyon Fahs (August 2, 1876 – April 14, 1978) was an editor, author, teacher, and religious activist who led a revolution in Unitarian religious education.

Brian Suntken

It’s my sixtieth trip around the sun this year. I share some wisdom, some photography, some poetry and prayers for the journey ahead.

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