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Dec 17th – Advent Day 19 – Mary



The pain was largely gone:

Just a few echoes

Like aftershocks

From a cataclysm.


I held him;

Watching each breath;

The miniscule rise and fall

Of his tiny chest,

Treasuring his tentative hold

On breasts awaiting milk.


And I marvelled

At the risk

Of the Creator:

Vulnerable God

In fragile flesh:

My world

Will never be the same.


His breath

Gentle on my cheek;

Like the movement

Of the Spirit on the waters:

Vulnerable God

In fragile flesh:

His world

Will never be the same.


Poem by Jeannie Kendall, reproduced with permission

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