Monday, September 17, 2007

And Rockabye Sweet Baby James

Today we heard the Banez baby was born--
what sweet grief, his father with You, his mother with us.

As we pray for her, waiting in frantic surrender--
the pressure of Your Grace; the light I hold in my hand--falls over my own broken head.
With no more resolve to stand or step, folded; bent low,
my shoulders shake, my throat rubs out a low cry
and swoons with a rhythm; I hear You, I hear You; I hear You.

My words are stilted, but Your oil, Your presence; Your joy and glory;
Your Body marvels at sweet Baby James.

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