Matter of Fact Disciples.
Jesus Christ was here ,
in another womb, holy and viable,
He trusted His mother without fear
Unlike his unloved, unborn disciples.
Oh you, little ones, who are one of these,
The essence of innocence,
Tetrarchs of the womb, teachers of trust,
Not by mere syllables do you teach the Word,
You who came forth as a gift from the loving Triune;
But by your very example you are heard.
Those who have hearts let them hear!
Let them see your little way.
Parents betray you because of fear,
Because of what the heartless may say.
You and I, dear child, are the children that God promised.
Betrothed of lady Poverty,
Train us all to be poor in spirit.
Obedient one, who by your very presence,
Honor thy father and thy mother;
Our conscience,...we cannot hear it.
Keeper of the commandments,
Pure, sinless, save the original one,
The vestige, due to Adam's lack,
Forgiven in baptism, for Christ has won.
God's own prophet of Hope, my friend,
Whose blood will be shed,
Speak to the Light you will see at the end,
Father forgive them ,
For they know not what they do.
This will I pray to our Loving Father today,
That in His Mercy, in your last hour,
The peaceful chamber from which you teach
May become your baptismal font.
And that Elizabeth's son, John, who in her womb
Leaped for joy at the presence of Jesus in Mary's own,
May by God's pure Grace, use these holy amnion waters,
To baptize you ...in the name of the Father,
The Son and the Holy Spirit.
And when the amniotic veil of His temple is torn in two,
Into our Father's loving hands,
May the Baby Jesus, .. commend your spirits.
I love you my friends .
Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2009
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