This was easier to find than I'd feared.
It is a poem about a moment I was privileged to witness.
Madonna
Her face glowed
Madonna and Child—the love of a miracle
For that child, crucifixion
For hers, who knows?
Months here, advances and set backs
Going home to a life of doctor’s visits
T-ball and drugs
Or, maybe, not at all
But none of that is hers right now
I know, I think she might
But for right now
No caveats, no caution, no fear
Just full born love
Written August 2006
Saturday, July 28, 2007
A moment
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Thank you for commenting on my blog.
I have a guess as to who you are, but I'm not sure. My guess is that if you are in fact part of my universe you figured out who I am pretty quickly.
I like your writing. I will stop by again.
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