Tuesday, 8 September 2015

Nativity of the God-Bearer

It's a long way from here to the end, Queen of Heaven
A long, dirty, hurtful way.
That little heart as yet un-pierced beats fast.
Stars flicker in unfocussed eyes, arms reach out.

Those tiny feet will walk many miles, Queen of Heaven
The grassy Nazareth lanes
The road to Bethlehem, Egypt, Jerusalem
And a way of sorrows where your loved one hangs silent.

Those arms will hold your loved one, Queen of Heaven
A tiny creature, far from home
A broken man, on a darkened hill
And, as they take him away, a last goodbyel embrace.

No stars for a crown today, Queen of Heaven
He will wear one of thorns for you first.
In your mother's arms this quiet first day
Only she sees the stars that shine in your eyes.


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