Nunc
Dimittis
“…Whose Name was Simeon”
Luke 2:25-35
Smelling the smoke
he sat
leaning
on his stick no more children he prayed
enough of the squalling the rancid odors
the stumbling nagging parents
asking God
for what
he wondered
sin-free lungs food
more cloths to cover
withered legs and dangling useless arms
No
more children only break
the silence the heart
the hope
leaning on his stick
he feels the
air
cool from the outside
and
sudden still shimmering
light
not only from the greening bronze
doors pushed wider
She walks
past him nearly
no more than a
child
who will not cry
Oh
how at
last have you found me
God I threw
away when
all my little hopes
had been buried
He sits in the cloud of dark
comfort
and she waits
And he says
Now
Give him to us
we will feed
and feed
and feed
-- Luke
21
December 2014
