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.
Beautiful Joseph! Thank you for sharing your eloquent words.
ReplyDeleteEverything is connected and you always remind us of how we are
ReplyDeleteThank you Dr. Brown for sharing and thank you 27 years ago keeping me from jumping ship and finishing my degree against the intense pressure to quit fueled by racism experienced.
ReplyDelete- Dr. Lawrence
Very spiritual.
ReplyDeleteMuch appreciated. Peace in the new year.
ReplyDeleteGrateful to have found and read this today. Thank you
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