At the Border: Joseph Reflects
Matthew
2:13: “Then Joseph got up, took the child
and
his mother by night, and went to Egypt
The
dreams are worse
and I am
a
coward to pull you child
into
this
dark cloud
But your eyes
oh
your eyes
are the same light
the
old men brought in bags and
boxes that night
when my heart
could
stand no more
strangers
devouring
you
soul-draining hunger
surrounding
us like sand
The
side-short
glances
and grins tell me
I am
breaking
with them
holding you
when
I should be
mending
shaving routing
the wood
No
rules
outweigh
my fear
you little
smiling
breathing
soft
and calm
you stop
me
like
the trumpet sounding
within
my soul
that night
when
the whispers first
spoke
We
will not rest
not
wonder
no
we will
cross
the border
You must
live
beyond the delirium
death
hurries to suffocate
the
dreams
you will be
for
now my only warmth
all we all
must
save
And all I can
ever
hope
to
hold
--
Luke
23
December 2018
