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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