Elaine Elizabeth Belz
CLOSING IN ON CHRISTMAS
I do not come bearing gifts like the magi,
or introduced by angels like the shepherds.
I have mistimed and miscalculated and misunderstood,
and the Christ I seek
is still a fetus, still developing the fingers he used
to form the world, the eyes that surveyed it,
perceiving it as “Good.”
Mary, you grow this human God inside you.
Eternity now bears your DNA.
Here, at the navel of the cosmos,
you prepare a place for him.
Holy Mary, Gestator of God,
I can only wait with you.
But tell me:
is the kicking I feel inside me
also Life? Is the emptiness around me
at work to make him room?
Your presence is the Lord’s coming.
Let me linger here and learn from you;
for soon you will be wearied with new motherhood,
and all the world will come to suckle
at your breast.
Compelling imagery. Thanks visit my blog.
And thank you for visiting mine! 🙂
This is beautiful! Is it yours?
I’d like to share this with a friend, if I may. I’m sure it will be used in a reflection/sermon next Advent.
Yes, it is mine; and yes, you may share it (with my name attached). Thank you so much for your compliment!