I don’t remember being born
Nothing before five
And even then my memory’s patchy
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I don’t remember when
I stopped believing
It was possible to fly
If I believed enough
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I remember
I wanted to talk to the animals
And would hold very still
And listen
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But I don’t remember why
I quieted the child desires
That followed me like the tail of a star
From heaven
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But it doesn’t really matter
Because when I gave You my heart
You gave it back to me
With all its child desires intact
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And I remembered
The power of purity
And saw another star with a tail
Shining over the place
Which you had chosen
With animals and flying people all around
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Thank you for this
Beautiful birth
Sweet Jesus
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— by Summer Kelly Pixton
“Nativity” by Brian Kershisnik
This poem, written by my sister and this painting by one of my favorite artists, Brian Kershisnik, are two of my most favorite expressions of love for the Savior and his miraculous birth.
I would like to add my testimony to Summer’s and Brian’s.
Sometimes I cannot believe that the creator of the earth and sky came to here to this place, to our corner of the universe, in a tiny baby body. That his sweet mother held him next to her, looked into his eyes and for a moment he belonged only to her. That he would leave his majestic throne to become completely vulnerable, a babe in arms; to take on flesh, in the same manner that we do, so that he could understand what we go through, so that he could succor us, and ultimately save us – is miraculous beyond words.
I know it happened. I know it in the deepest part of me. I don’t just hope it happened. I know it happened.The evidence of his existence is all around me. His love is a constant force in my life. I know he was born. I know he lived, and died, and that he lives today.
I love him and am grateful to him. Grateful for his birth. Grateful for his life. Grateful for his atoning sacrifice. Grateful for his mercy, his patience, and his boundless love.
