First Lullaby
Hush, my little darling boy,
Rest, my tiny one,
I’m here
To cuddle you and sing to you,
And keep you warm and safe,
I’m here
To make your cuts and scrapes all better,
And kiss your hurts away,
I’m here
To hold your hand and let it go,
And sing to you of angels,
I’m here
Rest my tiny baby,
Peace, my baby boy,
I’m here
Today is such a beautiful day, the day after a snowstorm is always so lovely. I am blessed because I had help to clean my walk and driveway, and everything is so very clean and refreshing, and the sky is true blue and cloudless. I know this is not so much in keeping with my collection of Mary poems, but I’ve decided that my blog will include some other things as well. Today, especially our elected representatives are haggling over issues that will affect each and every one of us. I ask my readers to keep them in your thoughts and prayers today, light a candle at home as a symbol of your sending healing energy their way. I pray that they make the decisions that are best for the people of America, and not base their decisions on what is the best political move for them. Hey folks in DC… you just got a raise- can you hear the cries of your people? Can I get an “amen?”
Baby Time
two women
matron and maiden
pregnant with Divinity
are carrying Sons
chosen to Prepare a Way
and establish a Kingdom
are carrying Sons
destined to baptize and to heal
and to die (one will rise)
But for today,
matron and maiden,
pregnant with Divinity
delight in figs and tea
and weave soft blankets
and giggle in baby-time anticipation
So How does a young teen try to explain to her family her new condition?
Other Plans
Yesterday, everything was so clean.
Celestial greetings offered,
Divine Kingdoms promised,
A Sacred Plan proposed.
Yes, I remember there was a Plan…
Was that just a cruel daydream?
My womb informs me that my babe is real enough.
Today, Mother’s tears are endless,
Father’s eyes dismiss me,
And oh, my love, my Joseph
Recoils from my touch!
My innocence drowns in whispers of scandal
Tomorrow, I must leave my home
So that other plans can be made.
Whose Plan now shall I serve?
Heavenly Visitor to a young teen…..
Annunciation
Alone with the angel
A message of peace
A hint of a Plan
A blessing from God
but “deeply troubled.”
Alone with the angel
A plan unfolds
A baby…a kingdom
Consent or decline
A time to decide
The angel is gone
A Miracle’s at hand
God’s power is rested
Spirit enfolds
my story begins
Hi, and welcome to what might be the 10 thousandth blogging site about Mary and her boy Jesus. I hope you will enjoy this one as much as you enjoy the other sites.
Now, I just want you to know this blog is in no way a theologically or biblically correct treatise on the life and times of Mary and her Holy Family. Instead, I have written a few poems that might have expressed how a young mother might have felt as she played out her role in the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus. I hope you will enjoy them and can relate to them in your own lives. I would appreciate it very much if you could give me a little feedback, tell me what you think about the poems.
Blessings, Mary C
My Boy Jesus, A Young Mother's Story 