Berenice Guizar BABY JESUS WILL BE BORN AGAIN Laboring hard under A sweltering sky, A Chinese worker Toils upon the ground. Her pains of labor Are not heard. She, Jing Mei Wu, Cannot allow herself to rest, Until her work be done. Squatting in a jungle glen, Wasu, Swahili girl, Releases unto a pile of brush A newborn child. Without a pillow, No attending friend, Alone, forgotten Wasu’s child is born. Wrapped in thickest otter fur, Young Aki Ottok binds Her newborn child, Tenderly carried upon her back. And she must not delay Her search for food, And spears a fish. For her mother’s milk Will feed her hungry child. In a village like so many others, A mother puts her infant In a wooden crate. With no money, job To help provide Much needed food or rent. Will they be thrown out Into the street, alone, No crib, no home, no hope? Through many towns And villages, They travel near and far. Heavy with child But not alone, Mary, Mother of Jesus, In need of rest, Has Blessed Joseph At her side. Turned away, Denied a home, Yet found at last An open door. A barn provided, Soft straw for Jesus To lay down his little head, And chickens, cows And sheep his friends. SI TU ERÉS MI REY, YO SERÉ TU REINA Si tu eres mi rey, Yo seré tu reina, Y nuestro hogar Un castillo, Y mi corazón tu anillo. Si tu eres mi rey, Yo seré tu reina, Te me darás cariño Y te amaré, Y me darás consuelo Y te aleviaré. Si tu eres mi rey, Yo seré tu reina, Y me darás Lo que yo necesito Y yo también Te ofreceré Más que un besito. ¡Si tu eres mi rey, yo seré tu reina! MY SORROW My sorrow is a tree. It grows old with time, But its grief is always Green and new. My sorrow grows tall With age, Yet it still reaches To the sky. My sorrow shades your Happines, So it can stand alone With the sun.