Pilgrim Path

This blog is the work of a seeker and poet. Walking stick in hand, I head out into the world, not of the world, but in the world. My words and my friends carry me along and light the pilgrim path of spiritual journeys.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007


When the women first heard
the news, they turned away,
unwilling to hear the truth,
fearing my dear Joseph
would run. But then,
when he stayed
and my belly swelled,
they fought one another
for a chance to touch me.

As my hopes grew stronger,
I eagerly dreamed of birthing
this Child. Soon, as always,
the women grew bored
as I became just another
young girl with child. If only
they'd looked in my eyes.
poem inspired by artwork created by
(and used with permission of) Christine Valters Paintner

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Blogger Abbey of the Arts said...

Another great poetic response Rich, I love this entering into Mary's imagination and the surprise of the final line. thanks so much for participating!

12:47 AM  
Blogger brd said...

Interesting thoughts and wonderful image.

6:06 AM  

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