Happy Christmas

Brandenburger Tor - Foto: Holger Jacobs

Happy Christmas

 

by Jean Anouilh

22.12.2017

The song of the lost baby Jesus

„Baby Jesus, where are you? You are no longer to be seen.
Empty is your crib where ox and donkey stand …
I see Mary, the mother, and Joseph hand in hand,
I see the beautiful princes of the Far East.
But I can not find you:
Where are you, baby Jesus? “
„I am in the heart of the poor who are completely forgotten.“

„Maria, full of worries, she’s looking for you everywhere,
outside by the hosts, in every corner in the stable.
In the yard Father Joseph calls and looks into the rain barrel.
Even the Mohrenkönig, he becomes pale with terror.
Everything seeks and calls you:
Where are you, baby Jesus? “
„I am in the heart of the sick, who are poor and lonely.“

„The kings are gone, they are already small and far away;
the shepherds in the field, they no longer see the star.
The night is cold and dark – extinguished is the light.
The poor people sigh: No, no, that was not him!
But they still call:
Where are you, baby Jesus? “
„I am in the heart of the Gentiles who are without hope.“

Jean Anouilh (1910-1987)

 

Holger Jacobs

Author: Holger Jacobs

Fotograf und Journalist

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