A divine child was born just up the road. A neighbor spent the good part of a morning pondering what all of the signs meant. Unseen stars in the sky. The sun rising a few minutes earlier than the day before. Temperature above normal. And a crow sitting in a nearby branch overlooking the front door as if keeping some sort of watch like a preacher from a pulpit waiting to share some good news about what this all may mean.
Tag Archives: Birth
Cautious Steps
I return to writing these poems not knowing what words mean; written in journals decades old or unveiling themselves new on even brighter screens. I do know that I disagree with the notion that birth is an exile from some culminating experience meant to last into the infinite. Is G*d any less of a G*d after the death of anyone? Or, do the dance steps of the G*ds become more frenzied as a birth nears? I pause in my walk and count those tender sounds tapping out the letters to the word c-a-u-t-i-o-n.
birth
birth, a forced exile into the land of asking, why?
We know that the whole creation has been groaning in labor pains until now. – Romans 8:22
Birther, First One, Original Giver, Primordial Cause, how often have you groaned in your labor pains? In ours, so many cries of infinite pain for infinite wants meant to dazzle our souls for a brief time. Now, how will you answer each and every one? Amen.
A Thread You Follow 