Joseph to Mary
As we were tucked away
that night in Bethlehem
to the cattle-fragrant cave
where you gave birth,
angels attended you,
shepherds knelt in wonder,
wise men adored the Child
and paid their homage to you,
almost as if they had known!
Am I not foolish
if I do anything less?
Dare I deny you
what is yours by right?
My lips lack eloquence ---
but they would kiss the ground
blessed by your gentle tread.
Many have called my voice
awkward, halting, slow ---
and yet my fumbling tongue
would praise you every hour.
I bow my head and bend my knee before you,
in the sight of the Holy, the Immortal;
I place my heart, life, power, in your hands.
My Spouse, my Sovereign,
may my name be used for cursing
if I do not incline my ear to you
in your silence and in your song;
may my bed be sharp with thorns
if I do not serve you faithfully
in your triumph and in your tribulation;
may the water I drink turn to gall
if I do not watch for every chance
to love you, yes, to heed your word.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2022-10-15 at 09:01
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