G K Chesterton: Laws

“When you break the big laws you do not get liberty: you do not even get anarchy. You get the small laws.”

—G K Chesterton. 

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G K Chesterton: Christ-child

The Christ-child lay on Mary’s lap, 

His hair was like a light. 

(O weary, weary were the world, 

But here is all aright.)

The Christ-child lay on Mary’s breast 

His hair was like a star. 

(O stern and cunning are the kings, 

But here the true hearts are.)

The Christ-child lay on Mary’s heart, 

His hair was like a fire.

(O weary, weary is the world, 

But here the world’s desire.) 

The Christ-child stood on Mary’s knee, 
His hair was like a crown, 

And all the flowers looked up at Him, 

And all the stars looked down.

—G K Chesterton.