What sorrow must have filled Mary’s
Heart as she thought of her son’s birth
Knowing that Joseph would not see himself in the savior
But oh, in that clamor of life that night
The joy in their hearts as Joseph
Saw everything that he ever
Was in that holy secret
Of his baby’s body
Gone were ideas of
Me
Hair
Eyes
Skin
And all that remained was some
Astral mystery
In the image of God he created them;
Male and female he created them.
