The Nativity

by John O’Donohue, from Conamara Blues


No man reaches where the moon touches a woman.

Even the moon leaves her when she opens

Deeper into the ripple in her womb

That encircles dark, to become flesh and bone.

Someone is coming ashore inside her,

A face deciphers itself from water,

And she curves around the gathering wave,

Opening to offer the life it craves.

In a corner stall of pilgrim strangers,

She falls and heaves, holding a tide of tears.

A red wire of pain feeds through every vein,

Until night unweaves and the child reaches dawn.

Outside each other now, she sees him first,

Flesh of her flesh, her dreamt son safe on earth.

Wishing those who celebrate the Christmas holiday a blessed day of love, light and warmth with those near to our heart!

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