Wednesday, December 18, 2024

The Visit: Elizabeth Knows

 

Not  yet comfortably crawling
                                                    my little

one was twisting and rolling across

the dirt   as if something was scratching

his sides

                     and nothing would calm

his skin    or mind

                                       I paced

mirroring his agitated strife

when

             at the crest across the way

they let themselves be known

 

She was steadied by his arm

as he guided them

                                        along the path

toward us

                        Oh   I had held

my hope near my throat

                                          wishing

over and over

                         to pray

                                      for what

I could not say

                         when she  that day

threw wonder into my heart

and caused  this one  to push against

me  as if he wanted to share

that wonder   without a sound

I could not breathe her

into my arms

                         I could only

tell my heart to wait

                                    And now

we cried and cried

                               while

the men stood   staring  silent

this time by choice

                                 no longer doubting

the fire that found us

                                   from the first

sound of the stranger’s song

 ii.

As we ate    the bits of bread

and fish  and figs would only

play at filling us  where we

were most hungry  for the end

 

And never could we question

the song heard only once

                                         and forever

 

There   on the pallet by the door

one had covered the space with

a fierce force

                         and both

of them were simply breathing

as if they brought each other

a peace

                we had not ever

known or felt                  

                               Which one had

found the other’s tiny hand

                                             we

would never know

                               only

certain that the need

was finally met

                                                                Christmas 2024

11 comments:

  1. Thank you my dear father Brown. These are troubling times. Your thoughts are much appreciated.

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  2. As always - beautiful, inspirational, and timely! Thank you!

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  4. Your words enter my early morning darkness bringing the Word and promising light. Thank you.

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  5. May that "fierce force" descend upon us all, dear Joseph. May the tender imagery you evoke help remind us for what always lies beneath the surface of the harshness we experience in this outer world... Thank you for your gift of eloquence.

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  6. Excellent! Very well needed. Thank you.

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  7. I am trying to imagine my old hand near the pallet reaching for that fierce force. Thank you, Joseph.

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  8. An Advent balm and a reminder of why and what we wait for…

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  9. May that fierce force be with us all this Christmas Season and New Year. All things are possible with God. Thank you Joseph for this reminder.

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  10. I too, Joseph, am standing silent having seen the vision and listened carefully. Those tiny hands touching can and will change my whole being. Thank you.

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  11. I could not breathe her
    into my arms
    I could only
    tell my heart to wait
    And now
    we cried and cried…


    Perfect. Thank you, Joseph.

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