Kim Rodrigues Poet Free verse

On the Eighth Day

“And a sword will pierce your own soul too.”
                                          Luke 2:35b NIV

Mary, oh mother Mary,
fairest in blessedhood.
bountiful womb delivers
cutting edge news —
to ponder, to treasure,
deep pangs to measure.

the destiny of your firstborn son
wrapped in mankind’s mess.
the sinless one would save
all who will come, but first
the arrival of suffering and shame.

Mary, oh mother Mary,
the sound of Simeon’s proclaim
must have taken your breath away.
but hence you hold the savior near,
kiss his soft sweet cheeks,
meanwhile yours leak.

12/25/2019

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Caren Krutsinger December 27, 2019 at 11:37 PM I cannot imagine it, and yet, I can imagine nothing else when I read this poem, Kim.

Catie Lindsey December 25, 2019 at 9:55 AM Merry Christmas, Kim, to you and your family! Your poem kind of reminds me of that song..."Mary, Did You Know." I hope your day is filled with love and blessings. Hugs, Catie :) Kim Rodrigues December 25, 2019 at 9:56 AM Thank you, Catie! Merry Christmas!