Sacred Swaddle: Totem Poem to Love
Swaddles
nestled on straw
Cherub-Christ
cheek hills
Infinite,
infant star-eyes
glisten
above;
Shining
across
an
inn-stable darkness
Wooing
mother
Wooing
father
Wooing
cows
Wooing
sheep
Wooing
donkey
Wooing
wooden beams
Wooing
hewn rock
Wooing
shepherds
Wooing
angels
Wooing
wise men
Wooing
stars
God’s
wooing Love came down
Rested
in the manger
Food
for the world
Hungry
for our love
Sweet
toddler
Back
to altar
Face
to face
With
his father
Asks
“Time
to open presents?”
Unanswered
child
Climbs
the Eucharistic prayer
On
his father’s back
Blows
a raspberry on his neck
Are
you there, Father?
In
climbing Adoration
Can
I press my lips
and
vibrate your neck?
I’m
wooing you.
I’m
ready to open your Presence.
Hungry
for your Love
Your
Food for the world
Cloistered
teen
Face
to FaceTiming friends
Parent
calls
“Whatcha
doing?”
Unanswered
parent
Draws
closer still
Asmirk
with knowing
Seeks
the star
Whatcha
doing, Child?
Draw
me in
I
knock seeking room at your door
I’m
wooing you.
Still
I seek
Hungry
for your Love
Your
Food for the world
Sheepish
moon-eyes
Graze
fingering over
Body
hills
“Do
you want me?”
Vulnerable
lover
Touches
interoception
With
journeys entailing dromedaries & gold
Shepherd
and kings desire
Seeking
the wooing
Infinite,
infant star-eyes
glisten
above;
Shining
across
an
inn-stable darkness
Hungry
for your Love
Your
Food for the world
