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
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
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
Thank you my dear father Brown. These are troubling times. Your thoughts are much appreciated.
ReplyDeleteAs always - beautiful, inspirational, and timely! Thank you!
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ReplyDeleteYour words enter my early morning darkness bringing the Word and promising light. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteMay 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.
ReplyDeleteExcellent! Very well needed. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI am trying to imagine my old hand near the pallet reaching for that fierce force. Thank you, Joseph.
ReplyDeleteAn Advent balm and a reminder of why and what we wait for…
ReplyDeleteMay 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteI could not breathe her
ReplyDeleteinto my arms
I could only
tell my heart to wait
And now
we cried and cried…
Perfect. Thank you, Joseph.