In winter, Jesus is born in a manger; watching with fear over the Child,
a multitude of angels bow. Mary, like a lily, wraps the Child in swaddling clothes.
Brightness pulses from the candles, from the stars, from the snow.
Give warmth to your little Son, Mary, full of grace.
Let the angels in silver armor withdraw.
Let the compassionate animals draw near and warm the baby with their breath.

 Kazimiera Illakowiczowna, Z pastoralki