Sunday, December 21, 2014

Fire and Doves

My daughter's (the one I gave up for adoption as a teen) Dad has passed away, very suddenly, from a rare medical complication, otherwise in perfect health. It was an open adoption, so since I met her when she turned 18, I've been part of their joys and celebrations, sometimes in person, sometimes at a distance, to give them precious time together.  Now I will be part of their grieving.  He was a wonderful man, and I am so happy he was her Father.  He will be sorely missed this Christmas Day.  Until later - I leave you with this.  Hold your loved ones close and remember the reason for this holiday.

Upon the straw and the dirt
from which we came
and which we will end
amidst blood and travail 
a cleansing birth
no hero, no knight, but a baby
born not of gods, but man
the great receipt of grace
born to them, without question 

Above them a star
a crowned knot of fire
brighter than flame of branch
men bringing their gifts
restored by the sight
despite their sins, he smiles

Only a baby, but so aware
of the souls fragility
of all that they've done and been
the bitter tastelessness
of the night's fruit
the worth of the soul's prayer

Upon the straw and the dirt,
from which we came
and which we will end
a dove bears witness
to bended, humble knee.
on the ground of their beseeching 
a baby bears witness
to a hearts revealing
as the fire and dove are one
 - LB Johnson

1 comment:

  1. So sorry for your loss. We hope your daughter has lots of support too.

    Your Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley


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