Dedication
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- Written February 2018
Cuddling him as though my own;
The intensity of love overwhelming
As his divinity blends with my humanity
Transforming merely by his presence
Long before the anguish of Gethsemane
And the blood of a crucified cross.
So I return him to his mother's arms
Blessed, - my task accomplished,
But the minute of the encounter lingers,
Equalling that on a shepherd’s bended knee
Or the empty hands of magi bringing gifts
As the miracle of his divinity becomes mine
When the child born of Mary comes to life within me.
Luke 2:25-35
December 2017