My heart has now become a crib
That waits for you,
Not for long!
Mary, my Mother and your Mother,
Has given me her name.
At midnight she’ll lay her new-born Child
Into my heart.
No human heart could ever conceive
What you prepare for those who love you.
Now I possess you and will never let you go.
For wherever my road of life leads me, you are beside me,
Nothing can ever separate me from your love.
Saint Edith Stein
Holy Night (excerpt)
In honor of Rosa Stein’s baptism, 24 December 1936
Posselt, T 2005, Edith Stein: The Life of a Philosopher and Carmelite, translated from the German by Batzdorff S, Koeppel J, and Sullivan J, ICS Publications, Washington DC.
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