Did you know
that you are a God picture, walking?
That she is too? –
That he is too? –
but nothing else on this wide earth?
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Category: Glory
Snowfall
My back against cold cinderblock –
my six weeks’ babe in arms –
while through the triple window
over wood and waxy leaves
snow falls in slant surprising lines –
And from the big bright room outside,
words too
fall
weighted with a wonderful surprise:
“Thou son of David –
Joseph! –
Fear not.
The virgin is with child.”
Glory
She lay him –
God –
On hay,
While angels
unable to contain their joy
unfurled bright wings and flew,
Blossomed a white and fiery rose
before the drowsing sheep –
In thunderous voice
broke into chorus across
the fields, the prickly grass where shepherds sprawled.
And immortal shadows
grew great against the mountains all around.
They serenade the Son
who whimpers, wondering at the world he made,
and lies among the wide-eyed cows:
Jesus –
Deity –
veiled, veiled
from human eyes,
lest he overwhelm us
with his glory
and we die.
Made Along The Way 