Tuesday, April 17, 2012

To a Robin in the Roses

Bearing His cross, while Christ passed forth forlorn,
His God-like forehead by the mock crown torn,
A little bird took from that crown one thorn.
To soothe the dear Redeemer's throbbing head,
That bird did what she could; His blood, 'tis said,
Down dropping, dyed her tender bosom red.
Since then no wanton boy disturbs her nest;
Weasel nor wild cat will her young molest;
All sacred deem the bird of ruddy breast.
--from The Redbreast--A Breton Legend, in "English Lyrics"


  1. How beautiful is this writing...thank you so much for the beauty cast forth on your blog for us to relish....

    1. Absolutely wonderful! Thank you so much for sharing with us such beautiful legend!

    2. I hope this will meet with your blessing: I linked this post to my blog.
      God bless,


  2. Dear Rhonda and Noelle,

    Thank you both for taking the time to write. It is such a joy to know that this blog offers something of value to you, and I appreciate the fact that you took the time to comment. May Almighty God bless you and your dear ones.

  3. Thankfulness and acts of love would everywhere abound,if we but knew all Christ prevented that was our due.

  4. How beautifully you have expressed that truth, Joann! Our Blessed Lord loves us so much more than we know now. May it please Him to let us spend Eternity with Him so that we may understand Love. May Almighty God bless you and your dear ones.