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Until Resurrection Day...
MARY
She was a real maiden
gracious and virtuous
so she trembled
as any girl might
at an angel’s visit
But she had real
faith
in a real God
and she said, “Yes.”
She was a real woman
not blue-gowned in
plaster
A poor carpenter’s
wife
not an artist’s
rendering
gilded and haloed
She bulged big with
child
as she rode astride
an ass
and during her real
travail
brought forth a baby
in a Bethlehem stable
She was a real mother
He was a real son
She nursed him
changed him
bathed and cradled
him
as any mother would
She smiled at his
first word
saw him take his
first step
and when he fell
and scraped his
tender knees
she washed away blood
not yet deemed
Precious
and soothed him
with soft lullabies
When he was twelve
and they discovered
he was missing
as they traveled home
after the Passover
she was anxious
as any mother would
be
and heaved a great
sigh
when they found him,
safe
in the temple courts
Yes, she was a real
mom
and he was a real son
so, it’s not
surprising
it was she
who sensed his power
she who encouraged
him to act
at the wedding feast
when wine stopped
flowing
for she knew
she just knew…
and she was real
at the Crossbeams
Simeon had told her
long, long ago
a sword would pierce
her
Though hers be
bloodless
it penetrated sharp
and deep, as truly
as the gaping wounds
she now was powerless
to soothe
He looked down
from His agony
into hers—
gave her to mother
his friend
gave his friend
to be her son
It was always about
love
She was a real mom
He is the real Savior
Maude Carolan
The above poem is one of many poems about the Birth, Death, and Resurrection of Our Savior, included in my book, "Behold the Lamb...poetically!" It's available online at Amazon and Barnes & Noble. For more information, visit my website at www.maudecarolanpych.com.
at Barnes & Noble, Woodland Park, NJ.
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