And the light increases more and more. It is now unbearable to the eye. And the Virgin disappears in so much light, as if She had been absorbed by an incandescent curtain. And the Mother emerges.
Yes. When the light becomes endurable once again to my eyes, I see Mary with the new born Son in Her arms. A little Baby, rosy and plump, bustling with His little hands as big as rose buds and kicking with His tiny feet that could be contained in the hollow of the heart of a rose: and is crying with a thin trembling voice, just like a new born little lamb, opening His pretty little mouth that resembles a wild strawberry, and showing a tiny tongue that trembles against the rosy roof of His mouth. And He moves His little head that is so blond that it seems without any hair, a little round head that His Mummy holds in the hollow of Her hand, while She looks at Her Baby and adores Him weeping and smiling and at the same time, and She bends down to kiss Him not on His innocent head, but on the center of His chest, where underneath there is His little heart beating for us. Where one day there will be the Wound. And the Mother is doctoring that wound in advance, with Her immaculate kiss.
The ox, woken up by the dazzling light, gets up with a great noise of hooves and bellows, the donkey turns its head around and brays. It is the light that rouses them, but I love to think that they wanted to greet their Creator, both for themselves and on behalf of all the animals.
Also Joseph, who almost enrapture, was praying so ardently as to be isolated from what was around him, now rouses and he sees the strange light filter through the fingers of his hands pressed against his face. He removes his hands, lifts his head and turns around. The ox, standing as it is , hides Mary. But She calls him: “Joseph, come.”
Joseph rushes. And when he sees, he stops, struck by reverence, and he is about to fall on his knees where he is. But Mary insists: “Come, Joseph” and She leans on the hay with Her left hand and, holding the Child close to Her heart with Her right one, She gets up and moves towards Joseph, who is walking embarrassed, because of the conflict in him between his desire to go and his fear of being irreverent.
They meet at the foot of the straw bed and they look at each other, weeping blissfully.
“Come, let us offer Jesus to the Father” says Mary. And while Joseph kneels down, She stands up between two trunks supporting the vault, She lifts up Her Creature in Her arms and says: “Here I am. On His behalf, O God, I speak these words to You: here I am to do Your will. And I, Mary, and My spouse, Joseph, with Him. Here are Your servants, O Lord. May Your will always be done by us, in every hour, in every event, for Your glory and Your love.”
Then Mary bends down and says: “Here, Joseph, take Him”, and offers him the Child.
“What! I? Me? Oh, no! I am not worthy!” Joseph is utterly dumbfounded at the idea of having to touch God.
But Mary insists smiling: “You are well worthy. No one is more worthy than you are, and that is why the Most High chose you. Take Him Joseph, and hold Him while I look for the linens.”
Joseph, blushing almost purple, stretches his arms out and takes the Baby, Who is screaming because of the cold and when he has Him in his arms, he no longer persists in the in the intention of holding Him far from himself, out of respect, but he presses Him to his heart and bursts into tears exclaiming: “Oh! Lord! My God!” And he bends down to kiss His tiny feet and feels them cold. He then sits on the ground, and holds Him close to his chest and with his brown tunic and his hands he tries to cover Him, and warm Him, defending him from the bitterly cold wind of the night. He would like to go near the fire, but there is a cold draft there coming in from the door. It is better to stay where he is. No, it is better to go between the two animals which serve as a protection against the air and give warmth. Thus, he goes between the ox and the donkey, with his back to the door, bending over the New Born to form with his body a shelter, the two sides of which are a gray head with long ears, and a huge white muzzle with a steaming nose and two gentle soft eyes.