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Dec 16th – Advent Day 18 – Mary



I thought I knew pain

That night in Bethlehem:

Wave upon wave

Of unrelenting agony;

And the cloaking loneliness

As I longed

For the women of home

Who, disapproval aside,

Would have clothed me

In their nurture.


But that anguish

Paled into insignificance

When, years later,

A sword pierced my soul

As I held the lifeless body

Of my son

In my arms.

I did not yet know

That resurrection

Would come.


Poem by Jeannie Kendall, reproduced with permission

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