Sabbath 17

in to the whiteness

the spaces between us,

rich with a somber breath 

hushed not to awaken the past,

we become son to child,

expectant citizen dwelling

by a broken cistern and  

seeking his gaze to purchase

unhesitant love.

 

christ like in resistance,

loved for the blood that runs

through us, this morning,

this hour, this moment, this single

beat of our heart, is a holy gift

given to us in the birth

of a child in poverty 

and splendor.