by Robert E. Michaud Jr.
From beginnings, Spirit moved upon the dark deep girth
to amply span the realms of man, a place that we call Earth.
With love’s compassion, Spirit moved the darkness into light,
so what appears, both far and near, extols the starry night.
And, here, ask I, searched deep inside, “How could this Spirit be
the one who formed the firmament, the one who dwells in me?”
And, here, do I, a humbled man, consider what was said,
“Be not afraid to take her home and to your wife be wed.”
And, then, I think of Mary’s life, virginity confessed,
when promised son in angel’s tongue, “How marvelous! How blessed!”
She must have gasped in knowing that Spirit soon should prod
within a jewel, a little seed to bloom the Son of God.
And, now, am I, next to her side, my Love and famed to be
who held the roving donkey’s mane on trip from Galilee.
And, now, am I, a husband sought, in rancid stable worn
where no room but a cattle’s troth did greet the sweet newborn.
And, now, am I, a father’s song to warm while infant rests
and Spirit moves the child’s dream while fed from supple breast.
“Oh, listen Jesus, listen Dear, Oh, hear the subtle sound
of noble men and shepherds feet that stir these sacred grounds.
Oh, hear the angels who rejoice! Oh, hear the Spirit’s weave
who even when the Earth began did plan this wondrous Eve.”
[This message has been edited by Lighthousebob (12-21-2009 03:05 PM).]