MY LITTLEST ANGEL
JACOB WAYNE FLETCHER
DECEMBER 19, 1997
Christening gown, bonnet, booties, and shawl crocheted with love by Grandma Beavers
Bryce and Jakey--10 minutes old
"To Be A Father
is to fill the Smallest Things with Love
and place them gently in a Tiny Hand
and a Tiny Heart for Safekeeping"
and place them gently in a Tiny Hand
and a Tiny Heart for Safekeeping"
....Anon
Grandma and Jake--6 months old, at Grandma's 50th Birthday Party!
"Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep"
Jakey--8 months
Thank you Nathan and Tarra in Australia, for this award!
The time of the Miracle was very close at hand when the Littlest Angel at last decided on his gift. Then, on that Day of Days, he proudly brought it from its hiding place behind a cloud, and humbly, with downcast eyes, placed it before the Throne of God. It was only a small, rough, unsightly box, but inside were all those wonderful things that even a Child of God would treasure!
And what was his gift to the Blessed Infant? Well, there was a butterfly with golden wings, captured one bright summer day on the high hills above Jerusalem, and a sky-blue egg from a bird's nest in the olive tree that stood to shade his mother's kitchen door. Yes, and two white stones, found on a muddy river bank, where he and his friends had played like small brown beavers, and, at the bottom of the box, a limp, tooth-marked leather strap, once worn as a collar by his mongrel dog, who had died as he had lived, in absolute love and infinite devotion.
And what was his gift to the Blessed Infant? Well, there was a butterfly with golden wings, captured one bright summer day on the high hills above Jerusalem, and a sky-blue egg from a bird's nest in the olive tree that stood to shade his mother's kitchen door. Yes, and two white stones, found on a muddy river bank, where he and his friends had played like small brown beavers, and, at the bottom of the box, a limp, tooth-marked leather strap, once worn as a collar by his mongrel dog, who had died as he had lived, in absolute love and infinite devotion.
Then, suddenly, The Voice of God, like Divine Music, rose and swelled through Paradise! And the Voice of God spoke, saying, "Of all the gifts of all the angels, I find that this small box pleases Me most. Its contents are of the Earth and of men, and My Son is born to be King of both. These are the things My Son, too, will know and love and cherish and then, regretful, will leave behind Him when His task is done. I accept this gift in the Name of the Child, Jesus, born of Mary this night in Bethlehem."
There was a breathless pause, and then the rough, unsightly box of the Littlest Angel began to glow with a bright, unearthly light, then the light became a lustrous flame, and the flame became a radiant brilliance that blinded the eyes of all the angels!
None but the Littlest Angel saw it rise from its place before the Throne of God. And he, and only he, watched it arch the firmament to stand and shed its clear, white, beckoning light over a Stable where a Child was Born.
There it shone on that Night of Miracles, and its light was reflected down the centuries deep in the heart of all mankind. Yet, earthly eyes, blinded, too, by its splendour, could never know that the lowly gift of the littlest Angel was what all men would call forever.
"THE SHINING STAR OF BETHLEHEM!"
CHARLES TAZEWELL - ©1957
"Sign"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"View"
None but the Littlest Angel saw it rise from its place before the Throne of God. And he, and only he, watched it arch the firmament to stand and shed its clear, white, beckoning light over a Stable where a Child was Born.
There it shone on that Night of Miracles, and its light was reflected down the centuries deep in the heart of all mankind. Yet, earthly eyes, blinded, too, by its splendour, could never know that the lowly gift of the littlest Angel was what all men would call forever.
"THE SHINING STAR OF BETHLEHEM!"
CHARLES TAZEWELL - ©1957
"Sign"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"View"
"THE SHINING STAR OF BETHLEHEM!"
CHARLES TAZEWELL - ©1957
"Sign"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"View"
Thank you Shadie for this beautiful award!
