A Mother’s Lap
A mother’s lap of gentle grace.
Side table set with Gospel light.
Sans Doctor Spock, God’s brilliance.
Instilled the worth of womb and tears,
Of blood and nails, and Shepherd’s crook.
Breaking fluid, warmth, and swaddle.
Suspense of hope, faith, love and mirrors.
Reflection of mother and child.
A stable environment.
Made visible -
A star one night,
To find our way home.
Joseph couldn’t have dreamt
Of a better home -
His dreams bigger
In the hands of the Father.
Mother Mary fed the King of kings
before Christ fed the crowd
with multiplying bread and fish.
Joseph taught Jesus carpentry.
As Christ touched the wood,
Did His palms ache?
Without Joseph,
at the foot
of the crucifix,
a flood of tears;
red cheeks.
A mother’s lap of gentle grace
not forgotten -
in agony, Christ remembers
her great sacrifice.
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