Christmas Poems
Regardless of your religious traditions or beliefs, it’s hard not to be drawn in by the idea of God becoming man in the form of a small, fuzzy, hiccuping baby boy. The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight… hard to believe, but I sure hope it’s true. Thought I would share a couple of my Christmas poems here.
Attachement
A babies first cry is terrible
and magical
and I am sure that all
the energy in the universe danced
in a cold cloud of breath
out of the mouth of this babies first cry
blood, tears, birthing fluids
puddled at the feet
of an adoptive father
unrehearsed entirely
terrified and awestruck
what could this mean?
skin torn like a curtain
gasping for sanity is
the first time mother
knowing only puzzle
pieces and crumbs
from the table of infinity
she searches the eyes of Joseph
reaches for the sweet body
that squirms and screams
and rests heavy on her naked breast
Joseph looks away and then back
Jesus whimpers and attaches himself
to earth
This next one is inspired by my favorite William Stafford poems called Easter Morning. The first line is a copy of his line. Thanks WS.
Mother Mary
Maybe someone comes to the door and
it’s Mother Mary all old and not at all
like you had pictured her
Meek and Mild are stone words
skipped across a stream by a 10 year old boy
reckless, glowing, hardened by faith
that is how she looks at you
wearing a brown and green sweater
the colors of earth
glassy eyes that know much more about
your own soul than the owl who caught
your attention in the woods
she doesn’t need to say anything
just nods and a secret is shared
one that will fuel your own
soft layer of belief
for this one day at least