Abiding

night sky 17

the Mary in me

bows to the Mary in you

giving birth to God

 

you think only she

alone in the world chosen

worthy so are you

 

dark and holy night

unknowing breathing waiting

mystery becomes

 

 

the Joseph in me

bows to the Joseph in you

accepting God’s son

 

humble carpenter

he won’t inherit your tools

no one prepared you

 

raise him anyway

the Mystery in real life

reaching for your hand

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