Poetry

Light flecked with gold enshrouds the Most Holy,
Mary - divine lodestar of creation -
Logos on her thigh throne, centered solely
On the awe and ever of salvation.
Now peek again: A Jewish matriarch
Pulls fast her pup to her bare white bosom
As he squirms, spits, and smiles.  Rustics remark,
How chubby-cheeked and ruddy he's become!
The mother of that holy, human child
Shall reign with him forever sovereign.
The tender lamb so sweetly domiciled
Will best the world to let God's mercy in.
For now, the great travail is yet to be -
A cradle of repose is Galilee.